Blame It On the Mistletoe - a Novel of Bright's Pond
“The Yuletide Committee was meeting. At our last meeting, we learned that the Moose had decided to pull out of the parade unless the mystery of Greenbrier was resolved. I couldn't blame them, not really. They were, after all, a group dedicated to civic duty and pride. A drug scandal would not be something they'd like to be associated with.
Everyone was there this time, which for a Bright's Pond committee of any sort was a rarity. Dot Handy sat with her handy dandy notebook, Studebaker and Boris were yakking about something. Ruth was sewing something on her lap. Mildred was standing up, leaning against the counter like she was poised to dash out the door in case of emergency. Even Nate Kincaid showed up. Nate was our best carpenter and generally saw that the floats were assembled in time.
He usually kept them on his farm property. It was the only place in town big enough. The Bright's Pond Christmas Parade was a sight and well worth it to stand in the cold night air and watch her go by.... The parade was always held at night on account of the lights.MoreLess
Everyone was there this time, which for a Bright's Pond committee of any sort was a rarity. Dot Handy sat with her handy dandy notebook, Studebaker and Boris were yakking about something. Ruth was sewing something on her lap. Mildred was standing up, leaning against the counter like she was poised to dash out the door in case of emergency. Even Nate Kincaid showed up. Nate was our best carpenter and generally saw that the floats were assembled in time.
He usually kept them on his farm property. It was the only place in town big enough. The Bright's Pond Christmas Parade was a sight and well worth it to stand in the cold night air and watch her go by.... The parade was always held at night on account of the lights.MoreLess
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