Bessie sits on the rug in front of the fireplace where she has just hung up their stockings. The radio is playing “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”. Her thoughts turn to Jason. He used to sing that to her every year, even when they were older. They would dance around the evergreens in the back of his farm, laughing. He would shout, “Better watch out, better not cry, better not pout, I’m telling you why,” pointing his finger at her menacingly. Then they would wrestle before falling down to make snow angels with Mouser running in circles, around and around, trying to catch the snowflakes.
Better watch out, better not cry, better not pout, I’m telling you whyThe doorbell rings, interrupting her thoughts. She climbs up to get it. Sophie stands there, bundled up in a bright red puffy coat and ma
