“Thlink.” My bell froze mid-ring as Evan “Sneezer” Scrooge shoved a gum wrapper into the red bucket’s thin slot.
As I inched my foot out to trip him, a lady pushed her cart between us.
“Ho Ho!” her toddler cried, swinging his legs from the front of the cart.
I rang the bell near Sneezer’s ear. “Merry Christmas!”
“Bah, humbug.” Sneezer stomped off.
“That’s not Santa,” the mom said.
But, actually, I am to my brother Tim. Otherwise he wouldn’t get any presents this year.
I wiped the corner of my eye with my sleeve. Red fleece. “Ho, ho, ho.”
As I inched my foot out to trip him, a lady pushed her cart between us.
“Ho Ho!” her toddler cried, swinging his legs from the front of the cart.
I rang the bell near Sneezer’s ear. “Merry Christmas!”
“Bah, humbug.” Sneezer stomped off.
“That’s not Santa,” the mom said.
But, actually, I am to my brother Tim. Otherwise he wouldn’t get any presents this year.
I wiped the corner of my eye with my sleeve. Red fleece. “Ho, ho, ho.”
