He Knows If You’ve Been Bad…

Maury released the weight of the candy he had collected into his mother’s purse. Santa’s float was next, and he needed to be light on his feet if he was  to race the other kids to the parade’s final treats. Santa always had the best candy.

The children emerged into the street, waving to Santa, standing on their toes to get a better look. Maury stepped out further—so close, he could almost touch the float. “Over here!” he called when he saw the brown paper of the snickers wrapper in Santa’s white glove.

Santa winked and threw it over Maury’s head. All the children dove for the candy, but Maury was quicker. He snatched up three snickers minis bars and a jolly rancher hard candy and stuffed them all in the front of his pants.

“No fair!” a girl wearing a Queen Elsa winter coat whined. “You can only get one!”

Maury stuck out his tongue. “I bet you won’t put your hands in my pants and take it!” he teased.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa was standing now. He turned around as the float passed and pointed to Maury. “Your greed just put you on my naughty list!”

—Nortina


Day 7 of 31 Days of Holiday Hooligans

No Holds Barred Poetry Writing Challenge Day: 24

After Valentine’s Day Haiku 

I might have gained ten
pounds from all the chocolate
I ate yesterday.

—Nortina

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