I stopped colouring the candy cane I drew and looked at her.
“Does that mean more Brouches schproats?” I asked.
“Why not? Better than loading up on sweets. They’re at a great price for the holidays.”
“Christmas is a special time,” father insisted. “We need to have some treats,”
No one said anything for a good while.
Then, a miracle happened.
My grandmother walked in carrying a box of candy canes and a bag of foil-wrapped chocolate Santas.
“For all of you,” she announced. “Merry Christmas!”
I gave her a big hug.