Grumpy Santa
“I can’t believe you’re talking me into this! I haven’t sat on Santa’s lap since I was 7!”
Sasha smiled at her friend, Courtney, and rushed to the end of the line at the mall.
“It’ll be hilariously fun! Live a little!”
Courtney giggled at the two young women paid for their pictures and stood in line gossiping about the men who’d come into the diner that night.
“You and Remington, though!”
Courtney blushed, “Can you not remind me? I cannot stand him after his little stunt he pulled New Year’s Eve!”
“Oh, he barely pulled anything! You loved every minute of him kissing you!”
“Ladies..” the usher said as the two made their way to the fake Santa’s lap.
The piercing green eyes met Sasha’s blue orbs.
“Hi, Santa..” She said, easing her way onto his thigh. Courtney was a little more hesitant and stood off to the side.
“And what would you like for Christmas?”
“You sound young to be a Santa,” Sasha said, “I don’t want anything, but my friend here wants Remy.”
Courtney’s eyes widened, “Oh my God! Shut up!”
“Smile!”
Sasha and Courtney turned to the camera and smiled.
“Santa smells good,” Sasha commented before easing off of the man’s lap, “Thanks for the pic!”
“Don’t mention it.”
The girls grabbed their photos and headed off, their laughter echoing in Silas’s ear.
“Jesus Christ..can this night be over with?”
“You’ve got another hour, Silas, so deal with it.”
“Fuck you, elf.”
Dave glared at him, “You got yourself into this shit, Silas. Suck it up.”
Silas rolled his eyes even harder as a little boy rushed over to him and started to cry.
“I don’t know what I hate more.. kids or Christmas.”
Silas mumbled as the little boy’s mother ushered him away from the scene.
“You don’t hate kids, Silas.”
“I hate all of them, except for Leslie’s kids.”
“See? You like your nephews!”
Silas shrugged,“Can I get a break?”
“You gonna go smoke? You know they don’t want you smelling like cigarettes.”
“No, Dave, I was gonna toss myself into a pit of venomous snakes, but this Santa bullshit might be worse. I’ve got an e-cig.”
“Alright, there’s no line so go on. Ten minutes!”
“Yeah yeah..”
Silas made his way through the crowded mall, trying to remember not to take off his fake beard and hair before he was far away from the kids.
“God, I hate people…”
Sasha giggled,“Remember prom?”
Courtney nodded,“The tainted punch!”
“I swear there was so much alcohol in there. Your cousin was an absolute heathen!”
“Grab the cinnamon one,” Courtney said,“Smells good.”
The girls decided to hit up some more stores for Christmas shopping.
“My mom would love the pine smelling one.. I don’t know why,” Courtney laughed, “It smells like floor cleaner.”
“The sugar cookie is my fave!” Sasha said, “I gotta get outta here, girl. I’m going to buy all of it and I don’t have the money!”
They paid for their purchases and headed out, trying to figure out where they had parked.
“It’s this way!” Courtney said, as Sasha rushed off in the opposite direction, “Sasha!”
Sasha rounded the corner and ran smack dab into…
Santa Clause?
“Oof!” Sasha grabbed hold of Santa’s shoulders to hold herself up from falling while Santa held her by her waist, “I’m so sorry..”
“Why the hell are you running around corners like that?”
This time ole green eyes didn’t have his beard on, or his hair and hat. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones twitched as Sasha smiled and shrugged, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure where my car was, but I see it now.”
Santa’s brown hair covered his right eye and Sasha reached up to gently push it out of the way, but Santa grabbed her wrist.
“You’d better get to your car before some weirdo takes you home.”
“Got it..”
“Sasha!”
“Silas, where the hell are you?”
Silas’s walkie-talkie boomed as Dave’s voice echoed through the speaker.
Courtney smiled at Silas as she came up behind them.
“Merry Christmas, Silas..” Sasha said.
“If you say so… Sasha..”
Silas slipped passed them, putting on his costume again.
“What a grumpy Santa,” Sasha said.
“What a HOT Santa!” Courtney giggled, “Wow! I know what I want underneath my tree now.”
