This story was based on an event that occurred when I was a bank teller. After you read the story, I'll let you guess what happened. If you can't guess, message me and I'll tell you! A CHRISTMAS STORY by Catherine Maven copyright © 1997 I Twilight was falling as gently as the snowflakes that drifted through the late afternoon chill. One by one the houses began to light up until the street glowed like a downtown department store window. Walking home from the library in silence beside her older sister, Megan felt enwrapped in the lights, sensed them as warm, inviting, promising of delights; a tingle ran along her spine, and she hugged herself happily. The moment was ruined by her sister. "Look at the witch's house!" Kelly cried, pointing. "No lights for her!" The older girl laughed nervously. "Witches hate lights, don't they?" Megan looked through the dusk toward the darkened house. The windows at the front were never l