Love Is Saying Your Sorry

After taking a long-winded journey an old man felt the cold sitting on a trunk outside the stable that housed his four-legged friends. For some reason, his wife was noticeably quiet baking cookies inside, kneading the dough into hearts and four-leaf clovers. “What did I do,” he thought to himself, “he played with google when working the budget to the rightful size. Having all the necessary passwords and accounts the computer shipping seemed to be a wonderful idea to accomplish his yearly mission during an era where everyone screamed ‘it's the economy stupid.’”

Finding a website that claimed ‘With one click elves called gigabytes would perform all your duties’ Mr. Frost hired the promotion and in turn enjoyed toasting marshmallows by the Christmas campfire making it the first time since the middle ages the longtime AARP member rested on December 24th.

But when he got home celebrating the all-night binge and right before the sun rose Mrs. Frost was standing holding a fryer pan. “Where have you been Mr. Frost?”

“Mrs. Frost, I decided to do things a little bit differently this year,” She peered using an evil eye stare, “I cut a deal with the gigabytes, they made sure all the deliveries were made on time.”

“Gigabytes!” Mrs. Frost screamed, “What are gigabytes?!”

“It is modern society, all the kids are doing it,” Was the excuse made to escape the moment.

“If all the kids said they believe in you,” Mrs. Frost inquired, “would you believe them?”

Suddenly, the door slammed and the next couple of days Mr. Frost enjoyed a long winter’s nap using the straw along with hay for comfort and joy.

“Marriage is overrated,” he mumbled, and the reindeer all picked up their heads to acknowledge the comment.

Trying to figure things out, pondering the money he saved the wealthy wisdom fellow realized a mistake was made breaking tradition. This understanding set off a magical spell producing a snowy wind revealing a tiny troll named Leppa.

As the cartoonish character came closer Mr. Frost noticed something special in his strut, “So I heard you got caught trolling the internet,” the miniature figurine stated.

“No, just took the one click away slogan that they advertised in the summer too far,” Mr. Frost told the visitor.

“And Mrs. Frost slammed the door like my brother Huro then twisted the lock,” Leppa knew what he was talking about,

“And here I am with my team who also took a breather.” Mr. Frost mentioned.

“What team?” Leppa asked before seeing the occupants in the stalls, “oh the reindeer.”

“What am I going to do?”

“Rekindle the romance,” Leppa suggested, “go inside and apologize ‘say it was not a promising idea to outsource everything.’”

Getting up Mr. Frost made his way back to the main house and with his black glove knocked on the door.

“Mrs. Frost, can I come in?”

Within a fraction of a second the door opened, and Mrs. Frost had a forgiving glow on her face, “Mr. Frost of course you can come in,”

“Mrs. Frost why are you so happy?”

“I just got off a zoom call with a gigabyte family and they had the most wonderous holiday,” she said, “since you recruited them, they were able to have a Christmas dinner in the royal tradition with all the trimmings.”

Taking a seat at the kitchen table and starting to feel his toes Mr. Frost wanted to know, “How did they do that?”

“Well, the children no longer leave milk and cookies, since you know you have too many pounds, so they leave real pounds,” Mrs. Frost told him. Rethinking his strategy Mr. Frost settled back sipping the tea that was there, “How many pounds?”

Not listening Mrs. Frost interrupted, “Mr. Frost I am so sorry I challenged your decision.”

Outside the window Leppa was joined by his brothers Glugg and B Glug, “So did you get someone to say they were sorry? Leppa,”

“I think so,” Leppa answered.

“Was this about money?” B Glugg interjected a query.

“I think so,” Leppa responded when the grandfather clock struck twelve.

“Happy New Year,” Mrs. Frost pecked Mr. Frost lips.

“Happy New Year,” Mr. Frost returned the Valentine volley.

Seeing this scene play out on stage the trolls did not make a sound until they all said in unison, “it is love, saying you're sorry!”

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