Children, Christmas, Family, Fiction, Food, Women

Where is Mommy?

His curious eyes were looking for her. He saw the stockings and the tree. But where was she? “Let’s have some fruit cake,” ordered his big sister. She pulled him to the dining table. “Where is Mommy?” She answered him with a piece of cake. He chewed and wondered. Excitement struck when the lights turned off and Santa Claus walked in. “Mommy won’t get to meet Santa,” he cried. Santa’s big, fake belly started shaking with very mommy-like laughter.

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