A Cotton Mill Town Christmas Carol
Jessie Cole nervously opened the door to his mail box. It had better be here, because if it wasn’t, it probably wouldn’t make it until after the Christmas holidays. And he was broke. His mouth twisted into a smile seeing the government check that would now allow for his holiday festivities.
He walked out of the post office, ignoring the post mistress after she wished him a happy holiday, to enter the bank next door.
“Cash this,” he ordered Phyllis, the bubbly teller whose smile would ordinarily bring a smile to the greatest of Scrooges.
“Yes sir, Mr. Cole. Are you getting ready for a big Christmas?” She said.
“No different than any other day,” Jessie barked. He turned and walked out the door.
Outside stood a volunteer ringing the bell for the Sal
