On the counter at the Owl is a street of gingerbread houses. Each house is a prize in a raffle to raise proceeds for a local orphanage. The tickets are a dollar per chance.

I am told that you don’t eat the houses, that they remain in a plastic bag in your attic or on garage shelves to use as Christmas decorations for the next 30 years till your surviving children throw them out.

Christmas signs are going up everywhere and these houses make me cheerful..

I buy a couple of raffle tickets.

Kids without parents or a house to live in don’t make me happy. 


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