watched as the young man wearing the platform shoes got jiggy with it. Or at least that’s what the boy kept telling all the people around him. “I’m getting jiggy with it,” he shouted, throwing a fist pump as he thrust his hips toward every other person dancing around him. Everyone laughed. Not at him. But with him. It was refreshingly different from the last few parties Malcolm had attended—exuberant, joyful and actually fun. “We’re going to have to keep our eye on David. He’s pumped and primed,” Judy Poche remarked as she scooped ice from the chest at their feet and set cups on the table. “He’s filled with the Spirit of the Season,” Malcolm said over the beat of the bass from the speakers sitting beside the stage. The room swirled with strobe lights and was draped with red and green crepe paper. “Or too many soft drinks.” Judy smiled and cast her eyes over the young adults twisting, shaking and generally cutting a good, old-fashioned rug on the gym floor of the Catholic ministries center.
What do You think about The Spirit Of Christmas (2012)?
