Ritual

She watches him run around the room. From cupboard to table to bookcase. He’s huffing and puffing, his face getting redder by the minute.

“Need any help, honey?”

He waves his hand dismissive. “No, no…”

She sighs. A yearly ritual, his last minute dash to find the keys.

“Dear… on your desk, next to the lamp.”

“Ah, thanks love!” Grabbing the keys he sprints out the door.

She watches him takes off, his sled climbing higher and higher while the reindeer pull with all their might. Just in time to deliver the presents to all the kids in the world.

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