Mrs. Claus | A 100 Word Story

#239 On the Twelfth day…

Wearing a matching red dress she carried the cloche covered tray in with two hands into the dining room. Her husband sat at the head of the table while the Fontaines watched, motionless.

She placed the large tray in front of him, grateful to relieve her arms from the weight.

“So many naughty children this year. More than last. Sure does keep me in the kitchen.” She takes her place at the far end of the table and smiles at him. “Shall we pray first?”

“Let’s skip tonight. After the day I’ve had, I’m starving,” he said, lifting the cloche.