It was almost Christmas. I was down just thinking about three more days to shop without enough time nor enough money.
My husband decided that we should go look at the Christmas decorations at night. I was dragging my feet, not wanting to go. As I stepped into the van, a car pulled up.
Someone said wait we have something for you as more young people got out of the car. They started singing Christmas carols for us and I cried. They made my days a lot better. Thanks for the good old days. Thanks for the lift.
Thanks, thanks, thanks!