Simple Christmas Presents... - Short Storyare usually the best presents.
It was nearing the middle of December, and in fact, nearing Christmas too. But it had only begun to snow that morning.
A large man, in perhaps his early thirties, paid little attention to the small, white flakes that drifted down soundlessly. He had had a very bland life, and his daily routine consisted of waking up, eating, and walking to the corner store that he worked at. And a little thing like snow wouldn't interfere with that.
The man's name was Oliver Monroe. Oliver lived alone in his small apartment, with no one else for company except a goldfish by the name of Sam, and his little wooden figures he sometimes carved when he had free time.
He sighed and continued on his way, nodding to younger couple waiting to cross the street. He turned the corner and continued his way, his leather boots making faint prints in the thin layer of snow that had accumulated.
A few more minutes and he stopped at the corner store, appropriatley labeled 'CORNER ST