Jacob, the youngest, frowned.
“It won’t come off!” He rubbed his hands on his pants, only spreading the glitter further.
Ethan got out of the sleigh and noticed his clothes were also covered in glitter. He urged the others to go back to their house, and I heard them screaming, “Mom!”
With a steaming cup of hot cocoa in hand and a pashmina wrapped around my shoulders, I went out and sat on my porch.
It took only a few minutes for Linda to storm out. “What did you do?” she shrieked, pointing at her house where her kids waited, covered in glitter.
I shrugged.
“I warned you, Linda. I had to protect my property.”
“You’re insane!” she yelled. “Do you know how hard it is to get glitter out of clothes?
Out of the house?”
“Maybe if your kids hadn’t touched my stuff, they wouldn’t be covered in it,” I said, taking a sip of my cocoa.
Linda huffed, muttering about my “pettiness” as she stomped back to her house.
Later that evening, I saw her dragging a vacuum cleaner out of her car from my window. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
It took them days to get rid of all the glitter. Justice, it seemed, came bright and shiny this time of the year.
Her kids stayed clear of my yard from that day on, and surprisingly, other neighbors heard what I’d done and thanked me.
Turns out, Linda’s kids had messed with their decorations too.
So, would I do it again? Absolutely.
And next Christmas, I’m going even bigger with my Christmas spirit. Just to spite Linda.
