I’ve had the most devastating day.
It was just an ordinary Tuesday until I found Kris lying in my driveway.
I’d been out running errands this morning, doing a little local shopping, avoiding the chains and helping out the local business owners.
So I was totally unprepared to find a murder victim in my driveway.
I didn’t notice him at all until I went to pull my car into the drive.
And there he was.
Santa, flat on his face.
Lying in my driveway.
Had I run over him during my early morning rush?
Or had he been murdered by someone else and they moved the body to our house, like they do on CSI?
Or was he just soused? Nipping in the neighbor’s eggnog?
Or in Ethan & Sara’s stash of microbrews?
Oh, gosh. I’m so, so sorry, Santa. I just don’t know what to do. I know Mrs. Claus must be worried sick about you. Somebody call the Elf EMTs at the North Pole and tell them I’ve got Santa!!