by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
“Herb, what do you want for Christmas?”
“Oh, I don’t think I need anything.”
“I know you don’t need anything. That’s the point. It’s Christmas. You’re not supposed to need what you get for Christmas.”
“Okay. How about socks? Socks are good. Two of ‘em.”
“Socks are dull. Come on, Herb. You can come up with something flashier than that. Think of