by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
You’ve been there. The last 20 minutes were an all-out battle for a parking space, and you ended up closer to home than to the store.
Before you hit the doors the Christmas music engulfed you like a swarm of eggnog-infested gnats, and by the time you hit the first shopping aisle you were mad.
“Away in a manger, no crib for