By Brenda Anderson
Mira studied her birthday gift. Usually her family kept the best for last, but the mauve box smelled of visions and loneliness. She knelt and touched its clasp. Click. A Santa popped up, its chocolate belt stamped with the words ‘Bitter’ and ‘for Tribulation.’ Everyone cheered and leant in for group photos. Mira sighed. A collectable Santa? On her birthday? What was wrong with them?
The Santa puffed out its cheeks. First its head, then its body began to inflate. Everyone oohed and aaahed. While it unfolded from the box, her little brother crawled up and inspected the base of the box. She put her arm round Evan and whispered, “Scared there’s not enough to go round?”
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