The Advent 100 Word Challenge: Reindeer
This one was difficult. Apparently reindeer don't like me. Still, 100 words. So . . .
Reindeer
Ryan jerked awake.
“Reindeer!” Rolling over, he nudged his brother. “Trey!” he whispered. “Listen! It’s reindeer!”
He tried not to lisp. After all, he was four now, almost grown-up.
Trey half-opened one eye, heard tlop-tlop-tlop on the roof, burrowed down again. “It’s rain,” he grumbled. “Told you. There’s no Santa Claus, Ry. You’re old enough to know that.”
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Ryan watched Seth cuddle his plush Rudolph, crooning endearments.
“He acts like that thing’s real.”
“Why not?” Kirsten smiled as Ryan unwrapped his own toy Santa, chuckled fondly at his astonishment. “It’s Christmasmukkah, Ryan. And we’re never too old to believe.”
Reindeer
Ryan jerked awake.
“Reindeer!” Rolling over, he nudged his brother. “Trey!” he whispered. “Listen! It’s reindeer!”
He tried not to lisp. After all, he was four now, almost grown-up.
Trey half-opened one eye, heard tlop-tlop-tlop on the roof, burrowed down again. “It’s rain,” he grumbled. “Told you. There’s no Santa Claus, Ry. You’re old enough to know that.”
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Ryan watched Seth cuddle his plush Rudolph, crooning endearments.
“He acts like that thing’s real.”
“Why not?” Kirsten smiled as Ryan unwrapped his own toy Santa, chuckled fondly at his astonishment. “It’s Christmasmukkah, Ryan. And we’re never too old to believe.”