After that Christmas strike...
Joy Robertson held her breath. "So, is it too many?"
Her husband, the former Bob Humbug, shrugged. "No. Go ahead and invite whoever you want to the Christmas party."
Had she heard right? This from the man who, only a year ago, poo-pooed all things Christmas related. "Are you sure?" she called after him as he went down the hall to his writing room.
"I'm sure," he called back.
Who would have thought one little strike by the women in the town of Holly would bring about such changes? Joy thought as her
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