War On Christmas-Day Six

Harrumph. The “bell ringers” are out in force already. Yes of course, I realize they must get an early jump on collecting funds to sober-up drunkards. So many drunkards.

I spotted my mark clanging away outside the dry goods store.

“Hello my good man. Brisk outside today, wouldn’t you agree?”

“(nodding cheerfully) Oh yes sir, quite cold.”

“(slipping a half-pint of rye whiskey from my coat pocket) “Here you go buddy, have a nip-good for the heart I hear. Oh, andHappy Holidays.”