The Mike Murphy Files And Other Stories
“That’s when it happened. In Manhattan. Can you believe it? Seven billion presents, twenty-four time zones, more chocolate chip cookies than I could count. Or stomach. Maybe it was the cookies that were to blame. Or the jet lag.
Whatever the reason, I was feeling pretty woozy by the time I squeezed down through that last chimney. The soot made my nose tickle. I adjusted my night-vision goggles when I got to the bottom and looked around. Nice place. One of those Park Avenue brownstones where you ...couldn’t swing a crystal chandelier without hitting a Matisse or a Degas. No real need for me. Still, tradition is tradition.
I sampled the cookies on the sideboard. I couldn’t help it. Gourmet. Bittersweet chocolate chips with macadamia nuts. Then, with a polite burp, I schlepped my sack over to the tree in the corner. Sixty seconds later I was done for the season. Grabbed the last cookie for the road and wormed my way back up the chimney.
There were three guys on the roof when I stuck my head out of the chimney.MoreLess
Whatever the reason, I was feeling pretty woozy by the time I squeezed down through that last chimney. The soot made my nose tickle. I adjusted my night-vision goggles when I got to the bottom and looked around. Nice place. One of those Park Avenue brownstones where you ...couldn’t swing a crystal chandelier without hitting a Matisse or a Degas. No real need for me. Still, tradition is tradition.
I sampled the cookies on the sideboard. I couldn’t help it. Gourmet. Bittersweet chocolate chips with macadamia nuts. Then, with a polite burp, I schlepped my sack over to the tree in the corner. Sixty seconds later I was done for the season. Grabbed the last cookie for the road and wormed my way back up the chimney.
There were three guys on the roof when I stuck my head out of the chimney.MoreLess
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