Monday, 18 August 2008

Joyeux Noel

I found myself falling in love the other day.
A pair of blond boys trounced into the shop, maybe seven and nine, with their parents strolling lazily behind them, holding hands and whispering. When I greeted them, the elder of the two looked up at me with the greenest eyes in all creation and grinned a chipped-tooth smile and said, 'Merry Christmas!'
His mum gave him a scathing look and reminded him that he was a half-inch away from being grounded. He gave a suitably repentant look, but grinned back at me as he walked away.
Troublemaker.

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