she is silent through the transaction, which includes a gift card.)
“How much would you like on this?”
“Oh, sorry. Can I have $150?”
*after paying* “Can you do me a favor?” *she hands me the gift card* “The next customer you see that you think could use this, could you give it to them?”
*stunned* “…Of course!”
(After a minute another customer comes up, a visibly upset young woman.)
“Hi! How are you?”
“I’m okay, thanks.”
(Clearly she is not ok, but she is trying very hard to be pleasant. She is getting very basic items:
milk, bread, eggs, etc. Nothing very festive.)
“So your total comes out to $0.00.”
“The person before you gave me a $150 gift card to use for the next person I thought could use it. You look like you’re having a rough day, so here are your groceries, and there’s about $130 left on this card.”
(The customer just started crying. Once she could, she thanked me about 100 times. Made my whole Christmas season.)
This is his favorite time of the year. It’s the energy, it’s that everyone even Harry are filled with this joyous laughter, a gentleness that no other holiday sets in the minds of friends and family. He never needed family to spoil when he was in boarding school, everyone knew him as the spirit of Christmas. No one expected it, you’d see a grinch all year long until it’s December. Here in the house he’s been planning all month, scrambling around like a squirrel preparing for winter to make this the best Christmas he can for the others. Their fraser fir tree is absolutely massive, and was a pain in the ass to decorate. Standing an impressive ten feet high with a bow at the top and series of lights, ornaments and tinsel, the bottom is a forest of presents. Each one wrapped differently, and he has to resist the urge to drop down to his knees and shake the ones with his name on it. He just finished making a pile from him to his housemates, and if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s giving. It’s so easy to hand out money but he wants much more than the simple satisfaction of seeing their appreciation, maybe he wants to treat them like the family he’s never had. He can’t piece it together exactly why he loves it, it’s just the core of him.
Now it’s late, the house is only lit from the multicolored lights down the staircase, in the living room, throughout the parlor and down each of the hallways. He’s sitting on his legs and trying to adjust the placement of his gifts under the tree, since there’s more room now that others have gone off and exchanged theirs. Harry’s quite drunk off of baileys in his hot chocolate, white wine, and whiskey he found in an unmarked stocking. Everything’s slightly blurry and he’s happy, incredibly happy with all of it.
I’m told this mug, spotted near deputy executive producer Cara Tallo’s desk, actually belongs to Morning Edition host Steve Inskeep. FACT CHECK: He is, in fact, a pretty cheerful guy (have you heard that laugh?)!
I’m giving the title of cheeriest mug to this one, though – because it’s full of cookie-dough-flavored booze:
Business at the bar had been picking up since the holidays were approaching, but Puck managed to get the night off. It had been a few months since Santana’s mom died, and in those few months, Puck did everything he could to help Santana grieve and move on and as far as he knew, she seemed to be in a better place. So tonight was about lifting some of the burden and having a good time.
With Santana’s hand in his, he lead her from the parking lot of the Winter Festival and handed the man their tickets upon entering. With it being three days till Christmas, the festival was packed but Puck didn’t mind. He was just happy to be off of work and doing something a little more uplifting. The Winter Festival was full of holiday themed games, snacks, and rides, for both Christmas and Hanukkah. Looking down at Santana, he offered her a smile before taking another look around the festival.
“So what did you want to do first? Food, games, or rides?”
Scarlett let out a small huff at Griff as he led her across the campus, supposedly to some holiday special at one of the places on the island. “I’m not some lady Scrooge you need to cheer up so my heart grows three sizes, you know. It’s not like I hate Christmas.” she pointed out, still walking with him. "As long as I can get some good food wherever we’re going, and there’s a chance to see this dancing you told me about, I’ll have some holiday cheer.” she said with a little smile.
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