Dan’s foot
slipped as he was putting up the large inflatable Santa. His foot sank several
inches into the earth before he pulled it back out.
“Darn hole,” he muttered, “Every year. And of course Marie’s gonna get on me again about filling it in…”
On the porch his wife, Marie, stood with a critical eye next to the inflatable turkey he’d just taken down. Across their small lawn, various-colored Christmas lights, reindeer statues, multiple Santas, and a plastic snowman playing a flute were strewn around.
“Dan,” Marie called, “Do you think we have enough decorations?”
“I dunno, honey,” Dan said. “I can get some more at the store when I go into town.”
"Yeah, you
do that,” Marie said. She looked out at the reindeer, the snowman, the Santas,
and the lights. She continued, “It just feels like we’re missing something.”
Author's note: This is from the same prompt session as the last story. This time the prompt words were "holiday, flute, hole." This is to appease the people every year who say that people are missing the "true meaning of Christmas." This is also because I really dislike those large inflatable decorations.
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