Delighted CEO

prepares the evening's I-don't-know-what dose, my eyes look up to the tilting window and fix on the Watsons' house, my neighbors, a few meters away from me. In her front yard, there is a small tree adorned with fairy lights and Christmas ornaments. On the doors, fences and roof gables, little lights twinkle cheerfully. On the chimney, a Santa Claus with a sack of toys tries to invade the place; on the front door, a beautiful wreath. What caught my attention, however, was the shrill and happy cry of the little seven-year-old girl, Lois.