WHO'S THAT KNOCKING AT MY DOOR?
Hanging up the advent calendar, I paused. Was that a Christmas song?
I opened the front door.
The first teenager held up a boom-box.
“Jingle bells, Jingle Bells,”
“Stop! What carols do you know?”
“Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way.”
“That’s not a carol.”
The second rattled a tin.
I took in their Timberland jackets and phones. Both held the latest iPhone 6s to one ear.
Holding my old battered Samsung in front of them, I saw bemusement as they compared it with their space age technology.
I shut the door.
Charity begins at home boys.