ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Twenty Three -- Stone/Derrick

Stone headed in from the barn, stomping the snow off his books. Christ on a crutch, look at that shit come down.

The house was lit up, though, and the chimney was doing its thing. Derrick’s truck was back, and the man was carrying groceries, so he ran to help. "You get everything?"

"Stuff for cookies, a turkey, taters, sweet feed, kibbles, bacon, coffee. All the things so we can just spend the next week in, iff’n the weather don’t break."

"Good deal." He’d had all Derrick’s presents delivered, already wrapped up and he’d pulled down the last of the tree trimming shit yesterday.

Derrick grinned at him, the snow catching in the man’s mustache. "It is. It’s a damn good deal."

Stone grabbed the turkey. "Uh-huh. There’s a box for you on the front porch, when we got the stuff in."

Every fan needed a moving, lit-up, bull rider dressed like Santa for their yard, after all, right?

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Stone and Derrick were in my 2012 Christmas story: Adding to the Collection.