24th December
Snow fell silently over the city of Chicago. Covering the streets with a soft snowpack. The inhabitants of the city were in a hurry to return home to settle under a very warm blanket.
Our teenagers were all at home, warm. Their examen of French had taken place and they had all had a very good score. And their awakening in the young girl had been quite funny.
Iris had cried out in surprise when he found James by his side.
The poor man had been so afraid that he had fallen out of bed.
Connor had tangled his feet in the blanket trying to get up.
Claire had also fallen out of bed.
Bradley almost had a heart attack when he found Tristan by his side.
He had choked on his saliva.
To make matters worse, they were all late.
But their day had not suffered, the only victims of this story are probably the eardrums and feet of young people.
Iris was about to leave her apartment to go to her friend's curly hair when she saw a mass of mail outside her door.
- Ah probably the bills , she thought.
So she picked up the envelopes and quickly looked at them. Only invoices and advertising, except the last one.
The only elements that adorned this red envelope - apart from the address - were that it was shipped from France. And there was written in a corner:
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"Don't open until Christmas!"
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She frowned, this envelope had no sender. She wondered who had written her a letter, it was so rare these days. She was about to open it - although it was only Christmas Eve - but she saw the time and gasped in surprise. She was - as usual - late. She put the envelope in her purse, put on her jacket and took her gift packages before rushing out.
***
It was out of breath that the girl rang the doorbell at the Simpsons. She caught her breath heavily after hurrying. She heard Jesse bark in the house and quickly his master opened the door.
- You're late, smiled this one.
- Hello, you too curly.
- Did you robbed the store ? he said amused when he saw the colored packages in his arms.
- I would have liked, but they didn't let me do it. A little help ?
- I would be a gentleman.
He took her packages before letting her in. She ruffled his hair, under his protests. He placed the various gifts under the tree decorated with red and gold while she took off her shoes and coat.
- Miss Iris, you're still late!
- Hello Anne-Marie , smiled the girl, turning to the voice of the forties. I know, I'm always late, but I struggled a bit to wrap the gifts.
- I was kidding my dear , laughs the young man's mother. What if you came to help me in the kitchen?
***
- I surrender ! screamed the French woman.
- Say that you regret your gesture ! screamed Bradley cheerfully.
- But it was a good idea!
- Say that you regret having crushed an egg in my hair.
- Tell yourself it's a good shampoo.
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Rest Your Love On Me {Tradley Story}
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