The naughty ones
Last year
This year
Last year
This year
Last year
This year
Last year
This year
Last year
The hat did, in fact, fit and when I took the elf’s hand we ascended through my brother’s fireplace chimney and to a sleigh. Reindeer, yellow eyed like the elf, carried us to customer 070146.

“Wake up,” I told him.

When he did I jumped on his chest and wrapped my tiny hands around his throat. He looked back at me with bulging eyes while I strangled him.

I released my grip and asked him, “Do you know why?”

He coughed, looked to his sleeping wife and didn’t answer.

“Do you?”

“Please,” he began.

I latched on to him again and this time I finished him.

I have to admit, I felt elated about punishing him, like I had a reason to keep my heart beating. And when my new friend gave me the list of naughty ones I set off on my own sleigh with more energy than I’d had since my wife was alive.

It was the best Christmas ever.

© Stefany Johana,
книга «The naughty ones».
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