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

“Are we gonna be cold?” he asked, his small voice trying to sound brave.

“We’re gonna be fine,” I told him, striking a match and holding it to the kindling. “We have the stove. We have blankets. We have each other. And we have snacks.”

He perked up immediately at the mention of snacks, because children are practical saints who understand that provisions continue reading …