A Spontaneous Story
A small English town was getting ready for Christmas. Folks were busy shuffling about in the light snow – shopping for presents, buying groceries, decorating their homes for the festival, getting into the mood of the season. It was then that a beat up, purple car arrived in town. Bags and boxes were stacked on top of it and a round man was driving with a skinny lady beside him. They drove straight to the only motel in town that provided cooking facilities.
Eventually, the round man came out, opened the trunk of his vehicle and lifted a massive box with the leafy ends of vegetables protruding from the top. A group of kids building snowmen at a nearby park let out a groan as they recognised him. He waved at the kids and shouted,
“Merry Christmas! See you at the dinner tomorrow at Town Hall!”
The kids looked at each other in horror, “Oh no! He’s back. He’s gonna cook again tomorrow for the Christmas-eve dinner!”
