Jim lived with Uncle Roy and Aunt Millie. Once he confronted Millie about a rumour he’d heard. “They say Santa isn’t real, and my presents from him are really from Roy.”
“Honestly, Jim,” said Millie. “D’you think I’d let Roy spend that much on you?”
Jim believed for another year.
Thomas A. North lives in rural Ontario, Canada. He has many relatives, and is owned by a grey and white cat.
Here’s the thing. I was good. All year. Check your records. Consult your list. Check it a third time. I minded my manners. I was consistently polite, even when I wasn’t in a particularly cheery mood. And not once was I nasty.
So what happened? Weren’t you looking?
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble.” His first novel, “Paperboy: A Dysfunctional Novel,” was recently rereleased. Visit BobThurber.net.
Dear Father Christmas,
I would like:
a bath with bubbles,
a bath without bubbles,
the elephant from TV,
honey on toast,
a cat with stripes,
and a banana.
PS I do not want an orange.
Mark Farley hopes you get what you want for Christmas.