I first heard one of my now favorite Christmas stories on NPR on Christmas Eve, 10 years ago.
I was driving home from work, and let’s just say I was not in a receptive mood for any nonsense about sweetness and light. Don’t get me wrong, working at the bookstore through the holiday is wonderful – you get to be Santa Claus hour after hour, day after day. But after a month of this, Santa can get tuckered out.
By 6 o’clock this particular Christmas Eve I was dog tired and not at all looking forward to our usual holiday rituals of opening presents and a big family dinner. Like Ebeneezer Scrooge, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed, sleep and be left alone. Looking for some help in staying awake on my 20-minute drive, I turned on the radio.
The man on WUNC had a familiar Southern voice, but I couldn’t quite place it. He was telling a story, in the first person, of a socially awkward loner named Verne who was managing a pet shop in a mall, somewhere along an interstate in North Carolina.
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