3Words: SILENT, WHITE, HOPE
Jimy watched Santa’s massive shoulders. The back was dirty. White fluff on the rim needed some washing.
“I guess we need chimney cleaning crew.” Santa turned around.
“Right away, sir.” Remy ran to make arrangements, whistling Silent Night tune.
“Dad?!” Jimy pulled the beard. “All these years I wanted to see Santa for one wish, hoping to get my audience with him…”
“I know. I read your wishes every day.” Santa came closer and hugged his grown boy. “Good to see you, son.”
“Sir, I hate to disturb you, but snow disaster needs your immediate attention.” Jeremy said, wishing a better timing.
“Call all snow angels at once.”