Starsky pulled into the driveway of the home he shared with Hutch, his holiday spirit in full swing. Since he and Hutch retired, life has never been better. Gone were the days of dangerous cases and life-threatening injuries. They were free to live their lives as they pleased, both alive and healthy and above all, still madly in love.
Starsky shut off the engine and gazed at the cozy bungalow, thinking about the special traditions and memories created there, especially at Christmas. He sighed contentedly as he looked at the string of lights he installed that morning, framing the roof and entryway, ready to shine at nightfall.
With an armful of groceries, Starsky climbed out of the car and hopped up the front steps. As he opened the door, the silver bell suspended from the wreath jingled, and at the same time, the phone started ringing. He rushed inside and placed the bag on the counter.
“Ho ho ho. Talk to me,” Starsky sang into the phone, balancing the receiver between ear and shoulder as he unpacked the groceries.
“Ho ho ho yourself,” said Hutch’s familiar voice. “What are you doing?”
“I’m about to make my traditional holiday chili,” Starsky said as he unpackaged the ground beef and threw it into a saucepan.
“Oh, yeah? Don’t forget to lay off the hot sauce. You know how I get heartburn.” Continue reading “December 14th: A Colorful Compromise by SHybaby”
