He handed her a box, lovingly wrapped in newspaper. When she looked at him in confusion, he explained, “It’s Christmas.”
She immediately said, “No it isn’t,” but just as quickly began to wonder if he was right. “How do you know?”
“The old guy told me; he’s got a calendar in his little organizer thing, he’s been crossing off days.”
“Who carries one of those? Get a smartphone.”
“Our smartphones ran out of battery charge two months ago, and he knows it’s Christmas.”
“You have a point.” She opened the box; it was a box of kitchen matches. “Oh, baby!”
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