Christmas Eve, the children run outside to scatter their reindeer food all over the lawn.
I was inside locating the broom for the later sweeping I would have to do, perhaps shaking my head.
And Patric comes in, "Hey Soose, you might want to see this."
And magically, as two houses on our block had stepped out to spread glitter and oatmeal for the reindeer, Santa came riding up on a scooter. And I found myself running about in an excited frenzy looking for my camera, tripping over the broom I had left in my wake.
(We'll pretend David is Nicholas, who was a little too skeptical to hop on the stranger's bike.)
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