This chapter is an entry for the December Challenge by ShortStory, MicroBytes, and CoffeeCommunity.
By the time his laughter booms, I've slept. Not that there's a difference between my asleep and awake state.
Trails of snow have lined from the doorstep. The miniature angels and the elves break in a chorused hymn as Father Christmas' heavy scuffles approach my couch.
This year, his gifts are frozen tongues which complimented my gingerbreads, various-sized mittens which embraced me, and tears of both longing and joy.
Even with Santa's existing minions, the North Pole's never been this lively. For the names under mine in the family tree have come to entertain their sightless Mrs. Claus.
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De TodoA collection of my short stories. •Death: 1st place on TVI Contest 1 by thevividimaginator •Imperishable: 2nd place on The Deathly Hallows Challenge by WattRowling •On My Way: Featured on the #Bronte200 anthology by the Ambassadors •The Invisible Q...
