Terry

Christmas tree? It was promised today just like last week. We walk home, he smiles and walks to the supermarket where firs, pines and spruces line up to be picked. I smile. “It’s time to buy food for dinner,” he says. He promised a tree but buys me a chicken? What? This morning I confided in him that I’m losing my looks, his response, “you’re a nice person.” That’s it! I’m decorating our chicken with lights.