The children came in in pairs. Loosely joined at the wrists.
The murmuring unsettled them just a tiny bit. The raw skirts on the Christmas tree they had helped decorate. The fluorescent strip lights striking baubles; the cotton wool on the walls.
Rudolph's shiny nose.
My son was one of the last to be seated. One fist fluttering up in salute. I waved back.
The handbell sounded. The children gasped. Santa Claus approached with his sack full of gifts.