The Geek Who Saved Christmas

by Annabeth Albert

My voice had the same embarrassingly breathless quality it always took on around Paul Frost.

Paul frost? Gideon holiday? Lmaoooooo this is hilarious

“I’ve got it.” It was the first time in several hours he’d been short with me. Wait. We had been at this all afternoon. The light was starting to fade. I probably needed to feed him again.

Llmaooooo

Gideon was normally a bright light, cutting through any darkness, a warm glow that couldn’t be denied. And today, it was like someone had put a shade over his inner lamp.