“She'll be here any minute,” Mom said. “Just put it on!”
George sighed and pulled it over his head. The cheerful reindeer began to dance and frolic on his stomach. “Hooray!” they cried in tinny voices.
“There. You know how she loves to see you wearing her gifts,” said Mom. The doorbell rang. She ran to answer it.
George waited through the interminable greetings.
“And I've got a little present for Georgie-porgie!”
George opened the little bag. “Rocks?” he said.
“Gravel, dearie. Magic gravel.”
“Say thank you, George.”
“Thank you, godmother,” George managed.