He exclaimed rising from his overly soft sofa cushion, finger jabbing menacingly into the air. ” I know just what I’ll do!” He bellows into the chaotic room littered with wrapping paper and shards of open gift containers. “What’s that dad?” A tiny voice asks from the corner of the sectional. “I’ll steal their Christmas! Ha ha ha ha….” roars the plump middle aged man whom is likely to do no such thing. “But dad – it’s all ready Christmas!”. “Next year then!”. Fin.
Happy holidays, merry Christmas to all.
