helping her out,â said Flixie. âYou got a problem with that, Muscle Brain?â
âNo, maâam,â said Smoothie, doing a quick double-finger snap-clap. âIâm here to help.â He swaggered around the counter. A floor panel had been propped up to expose the steep staircase leading down into the cramped shopâs basement. âHi-hoo, hi-hoo, Smoothieâs got work to do.â
He froze.
Because he finally saw the snoozing cat curled up on a shaggy rug near the radiator.
âItâs a c-c-c ⦠a c-c-c â¦â
âDonât worry,â said Christina, âsheâs very sweet. Sheâs been pixie-dusted.â
Hearing that, Smoothie found his strut again.
âOh. Cool. Hey, cat. Whatâs shaking?â
The cat purred and stretched.
Smoothie skipped down the steps to the cellar.
When he was gone, Trixie put a hand to her mouth and whispered sideways to Flixie, âDid you get a load of that earring?â
âYeah. Must weigh a ton. I wonder how he keeps his head from tilting sideways.â
âHey,â said Christina, âwith no brains inside, itâs probably easy.â
The three new girlfriends laughed.
âGood one, honey.â
âSo,â said Flixie, âhow many cookies do your firemen friends need for their party tomorrow?â
âWell, itâs usually a pretty big crowd. I already started making the batter back at our apartment. â¦â
âUh-oh,â said Trixie. âSounds like yet another human task left undone.â
âYou better haul us over there,â said Flixie, climbing up into Christinaâs backpack. âWeâve got work to do.â
Trixie hesitated. âYouâre not baking brownies, are you, hon?â
âNo way,â said Christina. âJust cookies. Besides, I prefer my brownies half-baked, like you two.â
As they all laughed, Christina realized she didnât hate Christmas half as much as she had that morning.
Thirty-seven
âThese are incredible!â said Christine, nibbling on a snowman sugar cookie. âIt tastes like, I donât knowâfresh fallen snow.â
âThatâs the peppermint,â said Trixie.
âI could eat a million of these!â
âGo ahead,â said Flixie. âTheyâre zero calories.â
âWhat? What about all that butter and sugar you whipped together?â
Flixie waved her hand dismissively. âOur magic sparkle flakes take care of all the calories. Makes âem evaporate or somethinâ.â
âWow.â Christina put down the snowman and bit into a gingerbread man. âMmmm. Like a caramel apple covered with ginger snaps!â
âWait âtil you taste the gumdrop buttons, honey.â
Christina plucked off a red one. It tasted like fireworks, cherries, and then, strawberry syrup.
The three of them had stayed up all night baking. Well, Christina took a nap between three and six a.m. Now every flat surface in the kitchen, except, of course, the floor, was covered with fresh-baked cookies on cooling racks.
Christina picked up a glittering snowflake cookie.
âIs that sugar?â
âBetter,â said Flixie. âPixie dust.â
Christina devoured the snowflake, which, strangely, made her feel all warm and cozy; like she could tell these two little people anything and they wouldnât laugh or judge her. Theyâd just listen.
âThese cookies are our gift to you and all the brave firefighters,â Trixie said proudly.
âMy Dad loved giving,â said Christina. âHe always told me, âGiving makes you feel better than getting ever can.ââ
âAinât it the truth,â said Trixie.
âHis favorite Christmas story was the one about the Three wise men. You knowâwith their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh?â
Flixie looked confused. âWhoâs Merv?â
âMyrrh,â said
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