Christmas spirit

Christmas spirit

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It was two days before Christmas. Everything went wrong with me. I was due at my post, the toy department at k-mart, at eight. But I was ten minutes late, because I overslept. At ten o’clock the front doors of k-mart opened. The fold of shoppers ended along to the toy department. Soon they began shouting in my ears, pushing me around or demanding angrily, wholesale replica designer handbags. I got used to it. It was an unpleasant duty for them to buy Christmas gifts for their kids. The Christmas spirit had disappeared. And it was the same for me. I still had to finish my Christmas shopping that evening. Yes, wholesale designer handbags, Christmas didn’t mean much any more to us, except more work and headaches. Suddenly felt a gentle touch on my arm and I turned round.
It was one of the two kids I had been keeping an eye on for a while. He and his little sister had been looking at the cheapest toys. Before I even bent down to listen to him, I checked around for his sister. I thought he might be playing some trick on me while his sister stole something. I didn’t see her, and the boy also seemed to be looking about to make sure she wasn’t around.
“excuse me, sir. Do you think this would be a good gift for my little sister?” he said, wholesale coach handbags, pointing at a bottle of soap bubble liquid. “I don’t want her to know about it,” he whispered before I could even answer. He seemed to be sure that she would love it.

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