Christmas: Nellie Style
"I love it, mum!" Toby cried, beaming at the bottle of gin tied with a red ribbon and immediately throwing half of it down.
"Mr. T, it's your turn," Nellie prodded. Sweeney, seeming to jerk awake, mechanically unwrapped the brightly colored box and lifted the lid. He stared in shock for a solid minute before flinging the box across the room and running upstairs as fast as he could.
"He didn't like it," said Nellie, amused.
"Huh? What was it?"
"Hee hee," Nellie giggled, holding up a small rubber object.
"Um." Toby turned green and stumbled away to the kitchen.