Spirit of Christmas Present

It was jus’ a few minutes before midnight, Christmas eve. My relief, Neil, had arrived and placed his backpack down on the table between the talk-show studio and the large window facing outside.

We were in the middle of talking about shift-change and I was updating him on top news stories and such when we both saw his backpack rise up about an inch and “jump off” the table. We both looked at the bag, then at one another with astonishment.

“Did you see that?” Neil asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, “so you saw it too, then?”

“Uh-huh,” replied Neil, adding, “I really don’t have time this morning for the Spirit of Christmas Present.”

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