Christmas hamper horror stories
My parents packed me, my sister and a Christmas hamper into the car. We were headed to an address provided by the local Cheer Board. The plan was for us to all go in for a short visit. I imagine the Cheer Board encouraged this to humanize the helping.
Predictably, our venture took us to the run-down side of our Mennonite prairie town. I remember feeling less than enthusiastic, but I suppose I felt we were doing something necessary, something good. What I, as a boy of about 10, had not supposed, however, was that inside the homely little stucco house I would find my classmate Abe.