Christmas festival week passed in a blur of work. The do-it-yourself kids’ table was a bigger hit than at Thanksgiving. The kids went away with gifts in boxes ready to wrap for their parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. The parents got a half hour to themselves to buy stuff wherever they wanted in or out of Old Town.
Like we did at Thanksgiving, we sold out the stock on hand and took special orders even though we told everybody they didn’t have a chance in hell to get the stuff before Christmas. Nobody gave us s**t about that, and most of them paid in full without bitching.
Even though she worked during the day, Hazel came by every night with dinner for everybody at my shop and Jimmy’s. We’d sit around a cleaned-up craft table and chow down. We was so tired we didn’t hardly talk, bu
