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I stared out the grimy window in my office. I was supposed to be working on a marketing plan for my company, Pembroke Falls. I was tapped out. How do you come up with something to bring business back to a place that was outdated.
I leaned back in the chair, never taking my eyes from the window. It looked bleak. Both the sky outside and my future with this firm.
"I need a little inspiration," I mumbled to myself. "Think, Jenny, think."
I closed my eyes. I remember going to Pembroke when I was younger. Bought my prom dress from one of their stores. Used to walk through the petstore, tapping the glass that separated me from the overpriced puppies. I mall walked with my grandmother. This place was a big part of my life.
Christmas was in three months. It was make or break time now. Amazon and shipping had socked a lot of brick and mortar establishments in the gut. Pembroke Falls was no exception.
I opened my eyes. Very faintly I saw a few flakes of snow. One flake at a time, I was catapulted back to the days of frenzied shopping, lugging bags of presents while listening to Nat King Cole and Bing Crosby. Stopping for a hot chocolate in the food court.
I saw it all.
Carolers roaming the aisles
Santa ho ho hoing.
Christmas garlands
Snowflakes hanging from the rafters
Sleighs with packages wrapped in shimmery papers.
Toy donation boxes
Wrapping booths.
I called the office of Pembroke Falls.
"Hey, it's Jenny, from marketing. I've got it."
I didn't wait for a response. Just hung up the phone and headed down to the main office.
Even if we only had a few weeks to get it together, I think it was going to be okay.
After all, Christmas was the season where everything was possible.
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