The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

My only steadfast employee, Hugo, returns to his home each year to partake in his family’s holiday banquet. Since my overtaking of operations, he has always promised to be gone a maximum of three days, only to return no earlier than mid-December. He has the allotted sick and vacation time to take these absences each year, and also keeps in correspondence so that I understand he has not abandoned his post outright. Still, his annual disappearance amounts to some frustration on my end as I must take his duties into my own workload.

I asked him once if traveling during the season of inclement weather might be the reason for his tardy returns. Perhaps, I wondered aloud, his parents live somewhere remote and prone to snow and ice? But Hugo assured me that it had nothing to do with this. “The only storm fronts I must confront upon my return home,” he told me once, “are those of the mind.”

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