Moon Dumplings
Carson leaned back in his chair and looked around the small bar. Since their early college days, it was tradition for him and his friends to meet here on Christmas Eve. In the past, they’d played Secret Santa, but thanks to Teresa and Sam, they had “abdicated blatant consumerism” last year.
Patrick and Jeff were slow dancing to Christmas music on a makeshift dance floor between the tables, oblivious to all around them.
“They’re cute, huh?” Liam asked perched on a barst