Early this morning, a fast moving shape whizzed through the kitchen. "Hi, Mom!"
Assuming it to be The Middle Child, Mrs. Snark glanced over to greet her son. But words failed her and she grabbed hold of Mr. Snark to avoid falling over.
After a couple minutes of staring, she leaned over and hissed in her husband's ear. "Is that The Boy?"
Dumbfounded, Mr. Snark shook his head. "It can't be. I can't believe my eyes."
As Sam whizzed through the kitchen, pouring milk and preparing breakfast, both parental units continued to stare in stupefied shock.
"How could it be?" Mrs. Snark wondered. "That he could be up and moving around at this hour without having been yelled at or dragged out of bed?"
"It's a Christmas miracle," said Mr. Snark, formerly an atheist, now brought back to God's fold.
"Mom, knock it off!" Sam said. "I just felt like getting up early."
"In what universe could such a thing happen?" Mrs. Snark approached the strange apparition with caution. "Boy, you're taller than the last time I saw you. I think you've grown three inches."
Just to be sure he was real, Mrs. Snark poked his arm. "He's solid!"
Grumbling, The Boy fled the kitchen. His bedroom door banged shut.
"Nicely done, dear," Mr. Snark said. "That's the last we'll see of him for a while."