At the first site of it, my wife began to devise a plan.  The freezer was full of frost.  The seal appeared to have broken.  The meat was thawing fast.

The family was mobilized and soon we were packing coolers full of frozen food, as Charlene researched both repair and purchase options.  Behind this organized emergency response, however, was a dark cloud.  We really did not want to purchase a new refrigerator for Christmas.  None of us wanted to see one stuffed under the tree.

On all fours, I continued clearing out some random cuts of beef and frozen bananas.  At this point, kneeling and considering how undesirable this appliance purchase would be, I saw something askew.  A kilter.  Just plain wrong.  The bottom drawer had come off its track and had been shoved back into place.  It was keeping the door from closing.  Sudden relief!  Pure joy!

Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!  Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter!  The fridge would see another day.  The year’s gift would not say Maytag.