The Christmas On Christmas

A single mother was refilling snow globes with Christmas juice. She is widow. Her husband died in every war.

"I refill globes better than Jesus Claus, yet still my twins are dad-free. Why? They need double dad."

Business Man enters the shop. He wears clothes that cost money. His hands are briefcases, and he's Hallmark hot.

"Hi. Do your snow globes lack wet? Hurry. Christmess attacks soon."

Business Man has flashback to when he was Business Boy. A Christmas tree explodes his family on purpose. he now hates trees and Christmas and explosions. He exits the flashback.

"Shut your sound! I am from Huge City! I bought your land and I am turning it into an oil resort!"

"Rude behavior! This is a family business. I sell families. I am widow. My husband is now bones."

Single Mother pointed to her husband's bones in the corner of the room. They are all giftwrapped in eggnog.

"All of my wives are bones! That is America! But I must make money for my twins to live! They are a prince!"

"I too own twins! Please, don't have bought my land. Christmas is today!"

"Laugh. I bought Christmas and now it is never. Unless we go on dates!"

"I cannot date because of a snow curse. I pray Santa helps me."

Santa cannot help. She did not know but Santa was her husband. Santa was bones. Bones help nobody.

THE END

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