The small house welcomed me with young children and screaming babies. A small red headed toddler and his black haired cousin stampede outside of a room adjacent to the entry door.
"Pawpaw!" the younger screamed running towards me. I leaned down and picked up the small boy. His red hair matched my own when I was his age, his cherry cheeks glowing with youth. The older boy raced to the other man who entered the house with me. His old wrinkled tan skin stretched to meet the younger children.
"Hello Cornflake. How are you on this fine snowy day?" His jolly voice rang across the entry room as we made our way down the halls.
"Tell us a story!" the younger screamed up at me.
"You want a story? How about the story of Santa Claus."
YOU ARE READING
Christmas Elf
Fantasíawhen one toy maker and his daughter get lost in the woods, an elf toy maker saves them, starting. new adventure in their lives.
