They Forgot to Invite Me to Christmas—So I Bought a Mountain. When They Came to Take It, the Deputy Was Already Waiting.

December, I strung three hundred feet of warm white lights around the entire deck railing. My fingers went numb in the cold, but when I plugged in the extension cord and the lights blazed to life, the deck glowed like a ship floating in dark water. I stood there until I stopped shivering, just looking at what I’d built.

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