“Oh come on. I’m going to miss my bus,” Skip complained.
‘Me too,’ Lisa whined.
On Christmas Eve, Dad loaded two large packages into his trunk.
“Where are we going?”
You’ll see. Mom smiled. Merry Christmas, Mr. Mitchell. This is for Felicia.
He could barely say thank you for the tears.
The next morning, the kids brought two unopened gifts to the table. ‘Could we stop by the Cooper’s before breakfast?’
You bet, Dad beamed.
It was an excellent pick.