He jumped out of the late model Civic to help his elderly passenger. She looked as frail as old lace. As he grabbed her walker from the trunk, he reached into his back jeans pocket for a handful of elf dust (and a used gum wrapper?) throwing them both haphazardly toward the hospital’s rotating front door. It would have to do.
“Hey,” yelled a guard. “No littering!”
The Christmas Spirit winked. His car backfired as he drove off.