‘Wow!’ Was followed by ‘Cool!’ ‘Unreal’ and ‘Ace’. His usual wide grin seemed to stretch even further.
“You must have been a very good boy,” I said as he finished emptying his stocking.
He looked up, grin replaced by a concerned frown.
“But Santa didn’t bring you anything, Grandma. You were good, too!”
“It’s okay. I think Santa left my presents up to the reindeer. Come outside.”
I fetched my shovel from the shed. What more could an avid gardener want for Christmas?