“Festive my ass.”
One night, just the two of us, we got up to a caper.
“We’re making too much loud,” Casey feared.
“I don’t hear anything.”
A bagful of jingle bells threatened to give us away. “They make even more loud when you make me ha-ha!”
“What do they sound like?”
“Hmm.” Casey turned serious. “Come here.” He motioned with his finger. “Like this.” When I crouched down, he tickled me. “Oh, no!”
“I’m okay.” The ground felt cold through my pants, but it was good I landed on my ass and not my hands.
“Then get up! We have job to do.”
Two silver jingle bells on gold, red, or silver ribbon were meant to hang as tree ornaments. We’d bought every one the nearest dollar store had the first day we’d been allowed out on furlough.
“What are you two going to do with those?” Mama asked.
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