3Words: GHOST, DASHER, FROSTY
Jeremy flew to Jimy. “ Go on, kid. Besides, you want to see your dad, right?”
Jimy’s face turned pale and stunned.
“What’s the matter with you? Did you see a ghost?” Jeremy tagged the boy.
“How did you know that?”
“I am a spy, and spies know everything. Common, we’re going to be late?” Jeremy grabbed him and pulled to reindeer. “Hit it Chestnut. To Dasher’s suits .” He sprinkled some frosty dust and off they flew.
Jimy shut his eyes.
“Jimy, wake up.” Jeremy shook a sleepy boy. “If you not going to be careful, you will fall.”