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Santa sat in his Grotto, and sighed with relief. It sounded as if it was the end of the day, there appeared to be no more little screaming monsters, moaning and whining. He didn’t like to think that way, but after three weeks of sitting here being a jolly old fat man, performing to the worst cynical little bastards in the world that he had ever met in his 40 years, he had had enough. Each one had pushed him a little closer to the edge of his endurance. He decided he had had quite enough of them, having done this job for several years now. With each successive year they just got worse and worse, and, so perhaps he should call an end to it and make this his last year. It was fun at first, but to be honest, each year it was Read More leaching his own enjoyment of Christmas out of him. So, he would tell the Shopping Centre Manager that this was his last year. It wasn’t as if he got paid extra and his working hours were longer too. Well, now it was Christmas Eve, and there seemed to be nobody else here, even the Santa’s little helpers had disappeared…pity, they could have come and sat on knee any time, Ho, Ho, Ho he thought. He was just pondering whether he could get away with sneaking off early, with a sprig of mistletoe in his hat; and cruise the pubs, when he heard a small, quiet sounding voice call. “Hello, is anyone still here?” Santa heaved a deep sigh, oh well, I suppose I have to, and so he answered in his best deep voice “Hellooo, Yes, Santa’s still here, come on ...

... through.” After a few seconds, a young woman appeared, pretty, very attractive, so much so that he remembered her from this morning, with a young boy of 3, but she appeared to be on her own this time. She also appeared to be quite nervous and shy. “Hi” she said “I wasn’t sure if you would be still here, hmmm, there was nobody outside…” her voice trailed off. She was fidgeting, and sounded very nervous, looking quite awkward standing in the archway. Hmmm interesting thought Santa. “How can I help you young lady, we don’t normally give out presents more than once, emmm was there something wrong with the one this morning” he asked her? She stepped forward into the Grotto, and replied “no, at least I don’t think so, I won’t let him open it until Christmas morning, well it’s just…that, I was…” she slipped back into a nervous silence, he noticed that she was now blushing. “Yes” he prompted her. She went even redder and more awkward in her stance; she glanced around towards the entrance and then turned back. “Well, hmmmm, I was just wondering, well…” she squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath, “if Santa has anything for this little girl.” For a second, he thought, no, she didn’t just say that, really…but she did, it was said clearly. After a few seconds of silence, in which the young woman/girl, looked as if she was wishing for the ground to open up and swallow her, Santa said “Well, well, well then” he said in his deepest Santa voice, “why don’t you come and sit on my knee little ...