"Not Your Momma’s Reindeer Games"

Unedited, may differ from the final product available December, 2006 from The Wild Rose Press (www.thewildrosepress.com) (c) 2006 by The Wild Rose Press and Betty Hanawa

 

Being a mall Santa sucked. In four hours on the job, Leon had a baby spit up on him, a toddler pee on him, and a whole bunch of kids screaming at the fat stranger in the red velvet suit, white beard and hair. He also discovered some extra heavy duties diapers weren’t. He’d sponged the worse of the brown-yellow baby shit from the suit, but ended up having to change into another suit during the lunch break. He really disliked this costume.  The damn red velvet suit, beard, and white wig suit were not only hot, but the appliance to make him fat was heavy.

The only bright spot to the job was his current "Mrs. Claus," Candice Craig. From her slim hands and delicate face, Leon suspected the "fat" dress she wore covered a knock-out body. The costume also didn’t cover her dark honey-colored skin of her face and hands. The fake glasses only magnified a pair of dark brown eyes a man could lose his soul in.

Unfortunately, the only chance he had to talk to her was in the brief moments she passed his throne after she took a child back to the parents and was on her away to collect the next kid in line. He thought they’d share lunch together, but a friend of hers came by and the two of them talked the entire time they ate their salads. He ended up taking a power nap on the couch while they talked and ate – kind of reminded him of home with all his chatty sisters. He wanted, hell, he needed to get her away from all this madness and find out exactly what was hidden under her "fat" dress.

But first he had to take to yet another kid who thought Christmas was a time to extort the newest gadget on the market out of the Santa Claus.