Holiday Mayhem
The Sullivan household was in an uproar. They’d been in the middle of decorating my evergreen branches when the power went out, plunging them all into inky blackness. Lanky Patrick and his freckled sidekick, George, made eerie ghost noises, eliciting squeals from their older sisters, while two-year-old Edward, who’d stood on tiptoe in his slipper-footed pajamas to add his Bluey ornament, joined the screaming. “Everyone calm down,” said Mr. Sullivan. “No need for hysterics.” “Here, Eddie,” Charlotte said. “I’ve got…
