I loved it. Parts of it flowed almost like a Dr. Seuss story:
“I had a hot mug of eggnog with extra nutmeg down my throat, warming my tummy, was wrapped up good in blankets, scarves mittens and such and was plopped in the sleigh and securely buckled. Santa shook his reins, named all the reindeer and we were off in blast of wind. The eggnog, it was probably the extra nutmeg, made my head spin and the wind threatened to freeze my eyelids, so I kept them closed and tried not to dread. And before I knew it we were slowing, as we sledded into the driveway.“
But what happened in the end? What's this?
“Honey?” he began. “On Christmas Eve several years ago, I got lost in the mountains, hurt my leg and was found and brought home by Santa Claus. And every year I try to pay back the stroke of Christmas luck that saved me by spreading Christmas cheer myself. Now get ready to go, the kids will be waiting.”
I'm probably completely dense, but guess what? For a moment there I had that dizzying sensation that Mark and his wife morphed into Clark and Lois, getting ready to mount the sleigh to spread Christmas cheer to the world.
It was probably just my imagination, but Merry Christmas anyway, and let the
bells jingle !
Ann