“Look at those eyes! They’re absolutely gorgeous.”
Even with two heavy trays precariously balanced under each arm, Jordan managed a quick glance in the direction Katie
was pointing, but didn’t get to see too much of the man her friend was gushing over before one of the trays began
slipping. She leaned sideways to compensate for the extra weight and when that didn’t help; she wrapped the ends of
her fingertips around the edge of the tray to try to keep it from dropping onto the floor and splattering green beans
everywhere. With one knee balancing the tottering tray and the other leg braced inwards to offset the awkward position,
she gave a snort of disbelief. “Really, you’re drooling over Santa Claus?”
Katie reached over and grabbed the tray Jordan was trying so desperately not to drop onto the floor. “Don’t be silly.
That’s not the real Santa Claus.”
With thirty children under ten years of age milling around, Jordan didn’t want to begin a long, drawn-out conversation
about whether or not Katie still believed in Santa Claus, so she set the remaining tray onto the nearest table and
nodded. “You might be right, but even if that is true, the guy is way too old for you.”
Katie set the green beans next to the Jordan’s tray and spun around again. She was quiet for a moment before
declaring to everyone within listening distance. “I don’t think so. He appears to be close to our age, but then it’s really
hard to tell with that ugly beard covering up most of his face.”
Until I release Hearts on Fire as a short story, it may be found for sale on Amazon in an Anthology, Winter Wonders, released by Whimsical Publications. This book is filled with wonderful stories with winter related themes. Some of them will make you cry and others will frighten you, but none of them will bore you.