Friday 2 December 2016

A Time for Giving

Roger Noons

a glass of mulled wine

Josh clambered onto the front passenger seat of the Clio.
    ‘Seat belt,’ his mother directed and once she heard the click, she drove away from the school’s pick up area.
    ‘That man by the school gate looked like Father Christmas,’ he said.
    ‘He didn’t have on a red suit or carry a sack.’
    ‘No, but he had a bushy white beard and he gave me a present.’
    ‘You shouldn’t accept gifts from someone you don’t know.’
    ‘Well you did, I saw you put it in your coat pocket. You smiled at the man and he didn’t even have a beard.’

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