Cole stumbled around, chest puffed, with a smile so pleasant, For Christmas came early, her lips, a tasty present. He was floating around, his feet never touching the ground, as he smiled, shook hands, and waved to the Kringles in town. Then he tended to the reindeer, his expression laced with glee, “And now”—Snow Daddy grinned—“I must decorate a tree.”
