Peace on Earth
Billy and Jen had bitten the heads off their gingerbread cookies when the screaming started. The screaming was worse this time. Nasty alcohol-saturated words.
“Grab your coats,” I said.
They didn’t hesitate.
I stole dad’s car and drove to Aunt Lou’s. She didn’t seem surprised to see us.
“You all must have known I had hot chocolate just about to simmer on the stove,” she said while raising an eyebrow at me.
I nodded. She shook her head before ushering my younger siblings into the family room where her Christmas tree blazed. One ornament caught my eye: peace on earth.