They all gathered round, holding out their palms.
Serge stood back in utter contentment. “This is the best Christmas ever! There’s no possible way it can get any better!”
Country grinned mischievously. “Yes, it can get better.”
“What are you talking about?”
She walked over. “You haven’t seen your best gift yet.” Then she planted a big wet one on him.
Serge glanced around with mild embarrassment. “You want to… now?”
“No, not that.”
“Then what’s this gift?” asked Serge.
The same devious smile again. Then she canted her head toward the window. “Look outside.”
Serge did. His mouth fell wide as he walked stiffly across the room and placed his palms against the glass. Then he suddenly dashed out the door.
“Snow!”
The rest followed.
They were the tiniest of flakes that immediately melted in your hand, and there would be no accumulation, but it was indeed snow.
“What the hell is Serge doing now?” asked Edith.
“Running in circles in the parking lot,” said Edna. “Catching snowflakes on his tongue.”
The G-Unit silently looked at one another. Smiles broke out. They began running around the parking lot.
City glanced at Country. Two more smiles. They began running.
“Wait for me,” said Coleman.
Serge stopped on the sidewalk to observe the parking lot full of people racing around and laughing themselves silly as they reverted to children, which was what it’s all about. And Serge got a tear in his eye. “This is the best ever.”
Then he turned to the street, spread his arms wide, and announced to mankind in general:
“I bring everyone great news of joy! The War on Christmas is over! So Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and yes, for the co-existence crowd, Season’s Greetings!.. Catch you all next year!”
