December drabbles - 13

Winter came suddenly, streets turned to ice and wind to infinity. “My coat’s too small,” said the boy; he’d grown so tall.

“Never mind. We’ll get one later,” said his Mom.

They walked from the car, boy wearing four sweaters instead, three hats on his head, arms bearing his load. Old men huddled in holey rags, blowing warmth onto fingers and shivering in the road.

Pale light; church door opened wide to call them inside. Mother and child shared five blankets with fifty men.

“Is that their only present?”
“Could be. Yes.”
Old men smiled Christmas thanks with summer’s glow.

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