Rob grabbed a second cup of coffee and walked barefoot out into the backyard. Who needed shoes when it was 74 degrees outside? It was a perfect December morning. Dana and the kids were at church and he had the whole house to himself.
He grinned as he strolled out to his dock, admiring his new boat. This is why they left Michigan for Florida. No more snow. No more ice. Nothing but balmy breezes and fishing on the bay every weekend.
Yes, Christmas was going to have a whole new meaning this year. The only white stuff they'd be shoveling was sand at the beach. He'd even planned a fishing trip for Christmas Eve day.
Dana thought maybe they'd go to church, as a family. Church? Riiiight. Rob thought. The odds of me setting foot in a church are about the same as a snowball's chance in ....
“Daddy!” his daughter's excited voice broke his reverie. Chloe, his 9-year-old, ran toward him waving a green flier. “I got the part of Mary in the pageant. You have to be there!”
Rob reluctantly accepted the paper. He removed a silver paperclip and read the attached invitation.
Just then his cell rang. It was Dan, their neighbor. “So, are we going fishing next week?”
Rob looked into his daughter's expectant eyes. “Please, Daddy. I want you to come.”
“Sorry, Dan. Can't make it. Change in the weather.”
“What's the forecast?”
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