Chapter Twenty-Nine

Holly

“Ms. Jones! Ms. Jones!” Preston ran yelling from the back of the room. Holly immediately made a mental note of where the first aid kit was and which route was the fastest to the office. Preston sounded legitimately concerned.

“What is it, Preston?” Holly asked, going down to one knee.

“Laurie is violating my religious rights,” he told her. He wiped at his cheek.

“Your religious rights?” Holly asked, no longer worrying about the first aid kit.

“Yeah. She says Santa isn’t real.”

Oh boy. Holly thought to herself. She still had to stifle a laugh, though.

“How about we just don’t talk to Laurie for the rest of the day?” Holly suggested. She made one mental note to email Preston’s parents and another mental note on an already very long list to talk to Laurie about telling the other kids about Santa.

Winter break was all of ten minutes away and Holly could hardly stand the wait. The kids were antsy as well. They were ready to run outside. The big Holiday Parade was tomorrow, and everyo