“The Christmas Father’s, really?” Rachel said, in disbelief.
Suddenly, little Kenny started crying “Who’ll bring me my gift if he’s dead? I’d asked Uncle Santa for a puppy...”
The toddler was inconsolable.
The next day morning, Ronald announced cheerfully
“And they’ve found Jessica Claus’s house now!”, his eyes still glued to the phone.
“You mean Aunt Santa’s?” Asked Rachel.
“Yes,” Ronald replied, “Mrs Claus will be coming with gifts this time.”
Kenny, listening to his parents, was delighted.
That night, he slept peacefully and dreamed of his Labrador Retriever.