4 Christmas on Ladybug Farm by Donna Ball

Author:Donna Ball
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Blue Merle Publishing
Published: 2011-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

“I think,” Lori decided, surveying the empty balcony from below, “a Nativity scene. A big one, with sheep made out of cotton balls.”

“Very funny.” Lindsay regarded the empty space with folded arms, affecting thoughtfulness, but her expression was distracted.

“Whoever heard of two Christmas trees, anyhow?” Ida Mae observed disdainfully, moving past them with a broom to sweep the porch. “Miss Emily never saw the need for more than one tree. It’s a blessing you didn’t set the house afire with the dang fool thing.”

“I’ll agree with that, Ida Mae,” Lindsay said. “It’s a blessing.” Her eyes wandered toward the telephone. “Maybe I’ll try Noah again.”

“You just called him five minutes ago,” Lori said with a touch of exasperation. “You keep that up and he’ll never come home. How about a big wreath?”

Lindsay replied absently, “We’ve got too many wreaths already.”

“It can be a theme.”

“You got bigger problems than what kind of worthless Christmas decorations to crowd up the landing with,” Ida Mae said. “Fifty people coming tomorrow and the house smells like burnt shoes. What’re you gonna do about that?”

All the windows were open, the fans were on, and the air-exchange system that cooled the house in the summer was going full blast in an effort to rid the house of the odor. A happy side effect was, of course, that the house was pleasantly cool for the first time in days.

“We’ll boil some cinnamon sticks and orange peels on the stove,” Lindsay replied. “It’ll be fine.”

Ida Mae gave another harrumph, and went out to sweep the porch.

“Poinsettias?” suggested Lori.

Lindsay glanced uneasily toward the phone again and rubbed her bare arms, as though chilled. “Did you ever get a bad feeling about something?”

Lori, who could be very single-minded, looked at her in bewilderment. “Not about poinsettias.”

Lindsay gave a small laugh, and seemed to forcefully shake off her preoccupation. “Come on,” she said, “help me get some buckets from the barn. I have an idea.”

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