Sarah Mae Scanlon wasn’t a particularly religious person, never attended church services, but she loved the holidays. She loved all the holidays, didn’t matter which one. From St. Valentine’s to St. Patrick’s, from Easter to Advent.
She decorated her home and her lawn and her front porch for every holiday, major or minor. She had dresses and aprons, paper plates and napkins for every special day. Not just the religious holidays, but the secular ones too. Martin Luther King Day and Presidents Day, Flag Day and Independence Day, Memorial Day and Labor Day.
The fall months were Sarah Mae’s favorite time of year as the holidays stacked up fast and furious. She’d pull down the cotton cobwebs and plastic skeletons hanging from the magnolia in her front yard, replacing them with macramé turkeys that gobbled in the breeze and the light-up cornucopia on her front porch, barely able to contain her glee that Christmas was just around the corner. She hoped she could get all the Yule season lights u…
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