Today's prompt is the classic: jingle bells.
I just discovered Sinatra's version of the song today and it's making me feel very mellow.
The silver bells attached to the top of the front door jingled as yet another snow-encrusted customer entered, bringing a blast of cold air with him. I stood a little closer to the portable heater I had placed at the foot of the cash register and tucked my chin into my sweater.
"Hey there good looking," he said as he sauntered over, pulling off his black leather gloves. "Merry Christmas!"
You've got to be kidding me.
"Merry Christmas," I reply with a bright smile that swallows my pride.
"I'll get a dozen roses," he said as he leans an elbow on the table. "The exact shade of your hair, if you've got 'em."
And are these for the missus or the mistress?
"I'm sure I've got something close," I replied with a wink before disappearing into the back. I dug around until I found the bucket of roses nearest to death and bundled them up in white wrapping paper and a red ribbon. As I returned to the register I caught him admiring his reflection in the glass window. "How about these?"
"Just like your smile: perfect."
I think I just threw up in my mouth.
"That'll be thirty-five dollars," I told him, adding on an extra ten dollars that he'll never know about.
"Keep the change," he told me with a lingering stare after dropping forty on the counter. He turned away and slipped out into the snowy outdoors, the door bells jingling in relief at his departure. I placed twenty-five in the register and fifteen in my pocket and told myself it would all be worth it one day.