Wrong Number

“Merry Christmas to you and the kids,” the text read.  I didn’t recognize the number, or even the area code.  Also, it was mid-July.  Odd all ‘round.

“Sorry,” I responded.  “Wrong number.  Merry Christmas to you too, though!”

I didn’t think anything of it when I didn’t receive a reply.  Most people, when confronted with a wrong number, don’t strike up a conversation with the person on the other end. Too personable for the folks in today’s society, I guess.

I was therefor surprised when earlier this week I felt a familiar vibration from my pocket, retrieved my phone and saw a return text from the unknown number.

“It’s too late for them,” it read.  “But Papa Kringle was very merry indeed.  Know anyone else who might want a seat on Santa’s lap?”

I changed my number.

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