If anyone wanted to set up camp and stake out my house, the apartments across the street would prove a very useful vantage point. They can see me coming and going, without making themselves known. Of all my neighbors, I know these people the least, there are no faces I recall, as people come and go from one six-month lease to the next.

I don’t know who they are, but they’re here living among me. And whoever they are, they have set up this huge, two-storey inflatable snow man, that stares at me whenever I leave the house. I’m afraid to go out and check the mail.

I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m like that neighborhood association lady I went carolling with last year who turned her nose up when we passed the apartments, refusing to bring “those people” any holiday cheer. But that’s not it. I can see his eyes moving, and he is not happy to see me, despite the big “Happy Holidays” sign he holds like a masque in front of him.

Brrrrr. Frosty.

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