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minute. I thought it sounded more
elf-like than Robyn.
     
    “Hi Robbie!” came the resounding reply
from twenty small voices.
     
    “Santa Claus is extra busy this year.
He asked that I come by and deliver some gifts to you because
you’ve all been so good.” One of the little girls in the front row
raised her hand. She was about four years old. Her hair was blonde
and had two pigtails. The dress she wore was worn, but her face was
scrubbed clean and she looked healthy. “Yes?” I said, looking at
her.
     
    “Brady hasn’t been good. He pulls my
hair.”
     
    I tried to keep a straight face as I
said, “Well, Santa Claus must have seen him doing something nice to
make up for it, because he was on the nice list.”
     
    “He did give me his extra pancake at
breakfast,” she said.
     
    I smiled then and said, “That must
have been it.”
     
    Jeffrey helped me and we handed out
presents marked “Male” to the boys and “Female” to the girls. When
all the gifts had been handed out, we also gave them little bags of
Christmas cookies that looked homemade. When we left, they all had
smiles on their faces and my heart felt full and happy. We traveled
the city for the next few hours spreading the same kind of joy.
After the first couple of stops, the formerly stoic chauffeur was
smiling from ear to ear and laughing at all my jokes.
     
    Carrying the packages in and
passing them out was no small task and I began to wonder if my
mystery boss was afflicted somehow and that’s why he’d hired me to
do this. He was definitely a wealthy, generous man. The kids were
getting toys and clothing that kids in two-parent homes may not
have been able to get because of the expense and the elderly were
receiving robes and slippers and for some of the men, boxes of
cigars that I know didn’t come cheap. I’d tried to prod information
out of Jeffrey along the way, but he wasn’t forthcoming with
any.
    On the way to one of our stops, I
said, “I know you can’t tell me who this man is, but can you answer
just a question or two about him?”
     
    “Hmm, that would depend on the
question, I believe,” he said with a grin.
     
    “Is he always so generous, or only at
Christmas time?”
     
    “He’s a very generous employer
throughout the year,” Jeffrey said. “He does always give quite a
bit to the community during the holidays.”
     
    “Why doesn’t he take the presents out
himself?” I asked. Jeffrey looked sad.
     
    “Christmas is a time of year that our
boss doesn’t care for. He avoids Christmas and everything he can
that goes along with it. He wants to give back to the community
however and this is a way he can do that. He usually just hires
people to deliver them. I like this idea better.”
     
    I had a hard time imagining anyone who
didn’t like Christmas. Christmas was literally my favorite time. I
enjoyed it when I was a child even more than my
birthday.
     
    “Why doesn’t he like Christmas?” I
asked him.
     
    Jeffrey chuckled and said, “You’ll
have to ask him that yourself when you meet him.”
     
    “What should I call him when we
meet?”
     
    He laughed outright again and said,
“Tricky Miss Robyn, but I’m not falling for it.”
     
    We took care of our last stop, a
residential care facility for the elderly. More than one of the old
ladies and even one old man got tears in their eyes when they
received their gifts. I was touched to see that my secret employer
had also thought about the elderly who weren’t able to intake sugar
because of a medical condition. He’d sent sugarless snacks that
looked as appetizing as the sugared ones.
     
    I realized after we left the care home
how tired I was. I also realized that it was after one o’clock and
neither Jeffrey nor I had lunch yet. I was about to ask him about
it when the car phone rang. Jeffrey put it on speaker and I heard
my mystery man’s beautiful voice float out.
     
    “Hello Robyn, how is the day
going?”
     
    “It’s been so