My Name Is Neva

DECEMBER eighteenth found me without one package under the Christmas tree; in fact, December eighteenth found me without even the tree! Since I had attended my first AA meeting only four days previously, this was understandable. I had been extremely busy. Three AA meetings and four dry days had alleviated the shakes, somewhat, and most of the pigeons in my stomach had stopped vying for position. The time had come when I could procrastinate no longer; I must do the necessary seasonal shopping.