“I was just outside walking Brandy and I heard sleigh bells overhead,” said my father, his voice almost thundering in excitement.
I was downstairs in our finished basement playing on the rust-colored shag carpeting, and it was getting late. I looked up at him – he was big; I always looked up at him – and as I listened carefully to the words he was saying to me, I felt my face grow very pale.
“I have to go to sleep! I have to go to sleep!”