p>"Yesterday morning, my dear, I had the Strangest exPerience. It was just ten o'clock. I remember the hour so exactly because for the last few days I have made it a rule to begin work on your Christmas present just at ten--Oh, but I didn't mean to tell you. It was to be a surprise. No, don't ask me, I won't give you an inkling, but I really think it will please you. It's something you've been needing for Such a long time."
And she left the victim to writhe from then on to Christmas, trying alternately to imagine what gift was impending and what would be an appropriate counter-gift.
MISTRESS OF THE REVELS
In more ways than one Mrs. Budlong kept Carthage on the writhe. Christmas was merely the climax of a ceaseless activity. All the year round she was at work like a yeast alert in a soggy dough.
She was forever getting up things. She was one of those terrible women who return calls on time or a little ahead. That made it necessary for you to return hers earlier. If y
A highly amusing story that shows that Christmas commercialism is nothing new.
A fairly short work about a woman who trolls for Christmas presents. An unexpected inheritance means that the town gets its own back.
My husband and I read this story together and laughed out loud. The antics of the Budlong family as they try to outsmart their neighbors were truly a joy. It's a lighthearted tale that pokes fun at the excesses of Christmas, and I certainly recommend it.