BRUCE’S GOOD TIME POST-HOLIDAY BAR AND GRILL If it weren’t for the post-holiday season, Bruce’s Good Time Post-Holiday Bar and Grill wouldn’t stay open, given its location and clientele. Actually, it isn’t open at any other time than after major holidays (attempts to request its services for Arbour Day or St. Swithin’s Day were ignored). It just opens up when it’s needed, and Christmas is the time that calls out to it the most. The doors flew open in a gust of wind and good cheer, with a faint puff of malevolence and sour milk, and a scent of cookies from an anatomical area best left to the imagination. “ Ho ho howdy, Bruce!” a voice that has delighted and terrified children for centuries called out. “ Yeah, hi, Bruce,” a gravelly tone from just behind the first speaker rumbled. On a nearby ice floe, a baby polar bear squeaked and huddled closer to its mother. “ Hello, gentlemen. I’ve been expecting you,” the bewhiskered bartender in a plaid jacket called out wit...
