Twas' the night before Christmas, literally, and the nosey loud drunken next door neighbor Mrs. Jones had see little eight year old Carrie Sullivan and her Mom, Lynn, outside on what was a pretty chilly Christmas eve for Jacksonville. Carrie and her Mom were strolling up and down Arlon Lane for their sixth consecutive year on Christmas eve. Carrie's Mom would do everything she could to wear Carrie out because Carrie would get so excited she would be up all night at her door waiting to hear Santa downstairs. Their walk up and down the road looking at the Christmas lights was her Mom's last attempt to get Carrie sleepy so Santa could come visit.
The little innocent eight year-old and her Mom had finally made it back to the house when Mrs. Jones came strolling up the driveway with her favorite accessory in her hand, her wine class. Mrs. Sullivan, being the always social person she is, stops to chat with Mrs Jones. Carrie stood by her Mom's side ready to go get tucked in for bed when her Mom said, "Carrie run inside and hop in your pjs. The faster you're asleep, the sooner Santa will arrive."
Carrie slowly starts to walk away when she years Mrs. Jones say, "Come on Lynn, Carrie is old enough to know there is no such thing as Santa."
Finding out there was not crushed because there wasn't a Santa was the easy part. Carrie was devastated having to find out of Christmas eve from my drunken neighbor. From that Christmas on Carrie and her Mom did not need to go on the late night walk down Arlon Lane because she was no longer all hyped up on Christmas eve.
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