Our Christmas House
HARRINGTON, DELAWARE, was filled with my happy childhood memories. The state fairgrounds, where I rode the Ferris wheel and watched the fireworks every summer. The Tastee-Freez, where I hung out with friends. Our church, where all the neighborhood kids sang in the choir. But as I drove through town on a cold December afternoon, I couldn’t help but notice, I thought, sitting in my car outside.
