It Happened On the Twenty-Fourth

I broke his nose when I tried to steal his purse.

I swear, I only meant to commit theft, not aggravated assault with a monkey wrench. But when he pulled a gun from the bag and aimed at me, I panicked and swung hard at his face.

While he was unconscious and gushing all over the pavement, I rifled through his purse, but there was nothing in it but bicycles, rocking horses, and hula hoops. Disappointed, I picked up his gun as a souvenir and trudged away from his sleigh, kicking snow at one of the reindeer as I passed.