THE BEST GIFT

by Mik

It makes an impressive stack, these packages I'll take home tonight.

Couldn't choose a favorite. Chocolates, Scotch, monogrammed handkerchiefs, all the tokens of this position. Secretaries, ASACs, Agents, Underlings.

Nothing from him.

He wouldn't.

Doesn't believe in the Season.

Doesn't believe in the sentiment.

No tree for him.

No Christmas dinner.

No gifts or music or tinsel.

No moment of peace.

No sense of good will.

The Grinch got his soul years ago.

But last night there was mistletoe tacked carelessly over his bed. And he sprawled there, hands behind his head, and smiled. The best gift I got.

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