The bedroom was dark and quiet, which made the noise all the more startling. He tapped his wife’s shoulder.
“Did you hear that?”
“It sounded like the wind knocked over some of the Christmas decorations. I told you it was too early to put them up.”
He frowned. “It’s November. Never too early for Christmas. Besides, there’s no wind tonight.”
She sat up. “Then what do you think it was?”
“I don’t know.”
“Go check!” There was a little panic in her voice.
“Okay, okay.” He grabbed his robe on his way out of the bedroom.
The rest of the house was quiet, and nothing seemed out of place. Both doors were still locked. There was no evidence of what had caused the sound that had disturbed his sleep.
Just as he had given up and was returning to bed, there was a sound from above like something had landed on the roof. A loud crash followed almost immediately, and he ran outside.
The lighted Santa Claus that had been sitting on top of the house was now lying broken in the driveway. But that was only the beginning. All his decorations were in shambles. The tree was knocked over, the inflatable snowman had been popped, and the lights… The lights were torn down and strewn all over the lawn.
Except for one strand. It was wrapped around one of the wild turkeys in the neighborhood as he and several others quickly shuffled down the street away from the house. What he couldn’t figure out was why they were still lit.
“What happened?” His wife was standing in the front doorway.
He looked once more at the lighted turkey escaping from the scene. “I think maybe you were right. Maybe it was too early to decorate.”