The Stocking Stuffer: a Ghastly Christmas Meh-rathon

Gabriella then said, for some reason, “For me?” meaning the gift box he carried. And the man replied, “Oh, this? This is nothing.” And once again, Gabriella made sure to tell me that these were the very words he used.

At the end of her shift, she did not, as usual, retreat to her family home within the village to sleep. She did not feel she could. Instead, she went to the library and looked up all she could about the man, Bill Zagnaret. That this conversation had begun because I feared a breach of privacy and now my overnight clerk was telling me she had researched a guest did not sit well with me. But Gabriella had, by now, grown quite manic, so I listened on.

Stick with us all day to see what stuff we have in stock to stuff your stockings. (Ability of all products to fit in a stocking not guaranteed.)