“I can’t make my face look like her either, but the rest will feel the same.”
“But … He finally asked the obvious question, “Who are you?”
“I’m Delphine, Delphine Greene. You look like you need some too.”
He was stunned a moment, then took a sip. It was Christmas, 1862. Chester was cranky and irritable because he had no one. –
At 78-year-old Chester’s house on Christmas Eve, everything was quiet. I’ve looked like this since Santa hired me fresh out of high school. She wasn’t a TEENAGER, she was an ELF! It melted as it touched his lower lip, and tasted like peppermint. His hands and arms looked like they did when he was a young man! You’ve been a good boy, and very patient, so you get a gift that will make you very happy. That was good, because Chester was irritable and cranky, and liked it quiet. Kids were loud, stinky, and broke things. –
At the North Pole in November, a new postal carrier put eight large sacks of letters in Santa’s mailbox. She had no idea how they all fit, or how they were easy for her to lift. He lived alone and had no family. The bells on the ends of them jingled a bit. A beautiful redheaded woman 19 years old, Chester’s age at the time, ran over and
