Librarian’s Note: I have nothing to add. I was there. I’m sorry about the pee.
Not So Silent Night
It was some time before Christmas and all through the house, not a person was stirring – someone ate the last mouse. It was probably that jerk Bob, from down the street.
Where was I? Right – not a person was stirring.
I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
Word spread through the community that Christmas was upon us. At first, nobody wanted to do anything. And why would we? You think people get depressed during a regular holiday season? Try living through Christmas during the goddamned zombie apocalypse. Suddenly, all of those times you bitched about having to spend Christmas dinner sitting next to your Aunt Martha with the explosive colon seem trite. Your parents didn’t buy you that big “thing that everyone else got” for Christmas? Yeah, you’re going to regret that temper tantrum. It all becomes inconsequential when finding a warm place to sleep becomes a miracle.