Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

The power went out at 6:42 p.m. on Christmas night, right when the casserole was starting to smell like something I could pretend resembled a celebration.

The oven went silent mid-hum. The kitchen light blinked once and died. The small Christmas tree in the corner stopped twinkling mid-sequence, as if it had simply gotten tired of trying to be cheerful continue reading …