“You’re mean!” The snowball had
hit Starsky right into the face.
“Who said I’m not good at snowball fights?”
“Just wait!” Starsky grabbed for more
snow. He saw Hutch kneeling behind a big tree, making new snowballs.
Starsky sneaked up, his hands filled with snow.
He lunged forward and pressed the cold mass in Hutch’s
“Arghhh.” Hutch jerked and
fell back down. Starsky went with him, not letting go.
Covered with snow, they looked at each other.
“Goofball,” Hutch said.
“Love you, too - and Merry Christmas,” Starsky
said, removing a snowflake from Hutch’s frosty nose.
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