It was the dawn of December 26. Sunlight peeked over the horizon, chasing away a cluster of stars faintly twinkling in the western sky. I yawned and switched on the coffee pot. The aroma of Arabica beans wafted through the house. I had the morning to myself. It’s just me, hot coffee and a Christmas tree.
The coffee pot gurgled. I poured myself a cup and glanced at the tree. Ribbons littered the floor. An ornament caught my eye. I stepped closer for a better look. Continue reading