Ed gasped, his body jerking upright. He was in his bed, in his trailer, tangled in his blankets. Pale light filtered through the window. He scrambled for his watch. 6:47 AM. December 25th. Christmas morning. He'd made it. He was alive. He had time. Ed threw off the covers and stumbled to the window. The … Continue reading A Trailer Park Christmas –Christmas Morning
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A Trailer Park Christmas –The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come
Ed meets the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, a frightening specter of consequences and bad acting