 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Prompt #06: Jolly
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“Ho, ho, ho!’’
Ary’s ears perked up. Could it be?
Santa?!
“Merry Christmas!’’
The five year old sprinted into the living room, the spot where the holly, jolly voice was coming from. He soon found himself staring up at a rather round Father Christmas complete with the proper clothing attire and a huge sack over a shoulder.
Ary planted his fists on his hips. “Are you the real Santa?”
“Why, of course I am!’’
“Prove it.”
“My, my. What a little skeptic you are!”
Ary remained staring at ‘Santa’ as though silently forcing him to offer proof.
Santa sighed extra dramatically. “Fine, I’ll show you my sack. Only the real Santa would have a sackful of toys.” It was the process of setting the sack on the ground that it happened - Santa’s luscious white beard and moustache fell off.
“Uncle Henric!’’ Ary burst out laughing at the sight of one of his favourite adults. “I should haves known it was you!”
“You caught me, Ary!”
“Yes. Yes, I dids.” |