Dan’s foot
slipped as he was putting up the large inflatable Santa. His foot sank several
inches into the earth before he pulled it back out.
“Darn hole,”
he muttered, “Every year. And of course Marie’s gonna get on me again about
filling it in…”
On the
porch his wife, Marie, stood with a critical eye next to the inflatable turkey
he’d just taken down. Across their small lawn, various-colored Christmas
lights, reindeer statues, multiple Santas, and a plastic snowman playing a
flute were strewn around.
“Dan,”
Marie called, “Do you think we have enough decorations?”
“I dunno,
honey,” Dan said. “I can get some more at the store when I go into town.”
"Yeah, you
do that,” Marie said. She looked out at the reindeer, the snowman, the Santas,
and the lights. She continued, “It just feels like we’re missing something.”