The Christmas tree was up. The stockings were hung. The nutcrackers, the reindeer and the gingerbread houses were on display. Yet I knew something in my home was missing. And it wasn’t just the candy the kids had eaten off the gingerbread!
Atlanta had miraculously seen its first snow. Amazon had delivered enough boxes to clutter our closet floor. Our ceramic nativity scene was propped up below our TV. Still I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone missing. And I didn’t trust the Amazon tracker, which told me otherwise: All items were delivered.