Chapter 4It was Christmas Eve. And it was starting to snow.
I couldn’t remember the last time there’d been a white Christmas in the DC area. Well, not while I was around. The support staff at the WBIS—I missed them more than I’d expected I would—had been more than happy to fill me in if I’d missed anything of importance, including a Christmas with snow.
Back when I was a kid, before my father left and my old lady took to hitting the bottle, I used to believe all the stuff they told little kids about—Santa Claus, the North Pole, Baby Jesus in a manger.
Now, though…
I didn’t hate the holidays, even after the debacle of this past January. Hating something took up a lot of energy. I just didn’t care.
Usually I made it a point to be out of the country around the holidays. Last year had bee
