The Christmas Miracle

It's not what's under the Christmas tree that counts.

It's that you brought your whore to Christmas morning. What the hell were you thinking?

Oh great, here we go!

Kids go upstairs.

No! I want them to see this

What, that their father is a drunk and brings hoors to our home? No offense Sally.

None taken.

Really?

You know, I am just glad to get a warm meal. Ron promised me that I could eat some turkey today and I'm so hungry.

Oh...I had no idea. I'm so...

Stop it, it's fine, you have been so generous already. I am indoors, (ha ha ha) that's a big step up for me.

Oh you poor thing.

[Brushes the hoor's hair behind her ear]

[The hoor seems to like it and closes her eyes, relishing the warm touch]

[The two women stare at each other, both too afraid to make the first move]

I...should get that turkey"

Yeah...I should have sex with your husband.

Ok..

Don't..

[Both laugh]

Please, go ahead.

Don't be long, he doesn't last long anyway.

[Gazing wistfully]

Yeah...I know [knowing smile].

I'll be right back.

[She turns and heads into the kitchen]

[Fades to black, with sounds of wet smacking sounds fading to title]

"The Christmas Miracle"