Just Like Santa
By JL Merrow
“Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the—Jason, you’ve got your ‘Bah, Humbug’ face on again. That’s not going to impress the kiddies. Or their parents.” Maggie dumped the sack of presents in the doorway and stood there with her hands on her hips, apparently determined to fill me with holiday spirit by the force of her glare.
“It’s all right for you, isn’t it?” I countered. “All you have to do is put on a festive sweater and bung a bit of tinsel in your hair. I’m the one who has to shove a pillow up my shirt and go out dressed like the Ghost of Too Many Christmas Dinners Past.”
I loved working at the Bright Eyes nursery, don’t get me wrong. Yeah, it was a constant round of cleaning up floors, noses and nappies, but if you’ve never seen the look on a kid’s
