I gripped the steering wheel and dragged in a heavy breath.
Walmart. Christmas Eve. I could do this.
My wallet sat in the passenger seat, mocking me with its meager contents.
“You’re the reason I’m here now,” I grumbled at it. “Instead of sitting on my couch wrapping gifts I wanted to get weeks ago.”
The boys were at home with their daddy, hoping Santa would be bringing their gifts that night. I sniffed as I recalled childhood Christmases watching the pile of presents grow day after day. My children’s Christmas memories were turning out quite different from my own. Continue reading “Surprise Santa”