Advent Drabble #1
Advent Drabble #1
(Because I need the exercise, basically, that's why.)
"'Twas the night before Christmas, and … "
"You're not seriously going to read that to him, are you?"
John put down the book. "It's about Santa."
"Santa doesn't exist."
"Don't say that out loud," he hissed, putting his hands over Rex's ears.
"He's not even verbal yet."
"Not the point." He picked up the book again.
"You're intentionally fostering belief in an imaginary being, knowing full well he'll find out later you've lied to him. Why?"
"It's tradition." He went back to the book. Shayera stood in the doorway and listened. There were, as she'd feared, sugarplums.
She sighed.
(Because I need the exercise, basically, that's why.)
"'Twas the night before Christmas, and … "
"You're not seriously going to read that to him, are you?"
John put down the book. "It's about Santa."
"Santa doesn't exist."
"Don't say that out loud," he hissed, putting his hands over Rex's ears.
"He's not even verbal yet."
"Not the point." He picked up the book again.
"You're intentionally fostering belief in an imaginary being, knowing full well he'll find out later you've lied to him. Why?"
"It's tradition." He went back to the book. Shayera stood in the doorway and listened. There were, as she'd feared, sugarplums.
She sighed.