Méchant Don Noel He was a little tyke, Mary Elaine thought, cherubic in neat blue shorts and a little man’s white dress shirt without a tie. Probably a three-year-old small for his age, but perhaps still in his terrible twos; she had no experience from which to judge. His mother was having a hard time keeping him under control. She’d brought a little blue sports car, hardly bigger than the little boy’s fist, with real wheels, and rolled it a […] Continue Reading
