A Present for My Mom
"I don't know," I answered. My smile faded. I realized Santa couldn't give me that wish. "Can I have an Easy Bake Oven?" I asked, my thoughts turning back to the Sears catalog.
A woman dressed as Santa's wife took my hand and guided me to a table loaded with wrapped presents. As I looked up into her face, I realized it was Nurse Nancy, and I squeezed her hand a little harder.
"I forgot to ask Santa something," I said.
"To give Mom something for Christmas, too."
"Maybe he already thought of that," she answered. She went to the table and returned with two presents. "One is for your mom, Kim. It's not much, but maybe it's all she needs."