Candy canes were supposed to be everywhere at Christmas. Yet I’d gone from store to store in a fruitless search.
The candy cane was for my four-year-old daughter, Carol. It was the only thing she’d asked for this Christmas. I was sure I could pick one up at the last minute. I was wrong.
“No luck?” my husband asked.
“Every store is sold out,” I said.
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