It happened occasionally, stray balls, wayward kites, but today was relentless.
Baubles in her birdbath, puddings thrown into petunias, tinsel in her tulips.
Angrily, she marched next door, demanded an explanation.
Guiltily, her neighbour’s boy confessed to everyone: “I hoped she’d come. She’s alone on Christmas Day. Can she stay?”
Jo Withers writes short stories and poetry from her home in South Australia. She wishes everybody a safe and happy holiday season.
A lovely sweet ending. I hope she got to stay. 💕
What a beautiful Christmas story! Happy holidays, Jo.
Love this. A really heart warming story. Didn’t see the end coming.
Beautiful!
Ah, Jo, you’ve done it again! Love, love, love it!