The oooohaahhhhoooh from the crowds always makes magic worth doing out on the city sidewalk in the bone-chilling cold at Christmas.
“See, Em?” says a small voice. I look to find its owner. A scruffy-haired boy with a weepy girl beside. “If that rabbit can come out of a hat, Santa can come out of our chimney.”
She shivers. “Ok. I’ll ask Santa again. Maybe this’ll be the year he comes… ”