This is always the hard part, she thought, as she watched her husband sleeping soundly. He was, she knew, ready for that special night of nights but first he had to get up.
She nudged him and he grunted. “It’s time, sweetheart,” she said.
He grunted again and she shook him harder. “It’s time, big guy,” she insisted, “time to rise and shine.”
“Don’t wanna,” the old man slurred, “tell ‘em to go without me.”
The old woman chuckled affectionately. “They can’t do that…there’s no magic without you. So get up, it’s showtime!”
The old man sighed and rolled over. He sighed and then, with surprising grace for a man of his girth, he rolled out of bed. “Tell me why I do this every year?”
“It’s for the children, Nick,” the old woman said handing him a steaming mug of coffee.
“Right…the children…ho…ho…ho…”
“That’s the spirit, dear,” she smiled.
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