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When I returned to the checkout, the woman and the little girl were gone. I paid, tossed the receipt in my purse, and ran into the parking lot. They were just about to cross the street.
“Hi!” I called out, breathless.
Her mother looked confused, maybe a little scared.
I knelt on the cold pavement. “I’m one of Santa’s elves. We dress like regular people so no one knows.”
The girl’s eyes went wide as I handed her the bags.
“Santa broke his piggy bank.
But he asked me to bring this to you, sweetheart. He said you’ve been very, very good this year.”
She screamed with joy, throwing her arms around my neck so tightly I almost lost my balance. Her mother’s eyes filled with tears.
She whispered just that.
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