I’d read the grandiose banner hanging across the town square several times already trying to make sense of it. “The Christmas Eve Eve Festival,” I recited slowly. “Why is ‘Eve’ on there twice?” Logan let out a deep sigh. “Well, it’s the 23rd today, isn’t it? It’s not the Christmas Eve festival. It’s the Christmas Eve Eve festival.” “Do you have another festival tomorrow for Christmas Eve?” I demanded. “Yes.” Logan’s mouth formed a harsh grim line. “I’m just as mad about it as you are.”
