She made her way to the dining room,
glowing.
“Good evening.”
Alex turned to her, scowling
slightly.
“Can you believe they’re sending out
Christmas fundraiser invitations already?”
Alex threw the offending invitation
onto a near by table.
“It’s only August!”
Cara laughed.
“Is that what you do for Christmas
every year? Go to fundraisers?” She lifted a quizzical eyebrow.
Alex shrugged.
“We donate money, go to fundraisers,
all that stuff.”
“No, I mean for Christmas Day.”
Alex looked taken aback and Cara
smiled uncourageingly.
“No, Christmas I usually just got out
for lunch with my parents, if we are in the same city at the time. Otherwise,
it’s just another day.”
Cara felt her eyes widen in shock. Was
he kidding.
“You’re joking.”
“No, why? What do you do.”
“Well, for the weeks leading up to
Christmas I am usually decorating the house from top to bottom, depending on
what my current boss allows me to do. I love having a huge tree but make sure
most of the decorations are made by my charge. So we do painting, popcorn
threading and clay baking for days. And then I bake.”
Alex swallowed loudly.
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