Doin' Time at Xmas
YOU HAVE A COLLECT CALL FROM AN INMATE AT A CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
Martha sighed and put the phone on speaker. She had her hands full this time of year keeping the family business going while she waited on Kris to get out of the Hohaho State Pen.
“Hey sweetie, how’s Christmas going at the shop?”
She let him sit in silence. Martha had been at this table trying to reconcile a pile of shipping invoices all morning.
She still loved him, but was still mad at his pig-headed commitment his work team that got them into this situation to begin with. Rudolph already had two priors and a third strike would send him away for life. Kris thought it would be better accept the blame of the DWI himself. The spineless elves on the scene didn't intervene.
“Sweetie you there?” he asked.
Martha chased another bite of reindeer jerky with some egg nog and let him marinate a while longer.