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Santa Claus
Date: 9/1/2016, Categories: Supernatural, Author: rebecca23, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories
" Jingle bell... jingle bell... jingle bell rock ..." God I hate that song, God I hate Christmas I thought as I trudged, camel like, through the shopping mall, laden with last minute presents for nieces and nephews who I didn’t even like. Let alone them really giving a shit what I got them. I stood resting next to a fountain and watched the dwindling swarm of mommies and kiddies in line to get their pictures taken with Santa. Tonight was Christmas Eve and it was their last chance to give Santa their wish list. "Ladies and Gentlemen: The George street Mall will be closing in ten minutes. We will reopen the day after Christmas, December 26th at eight A.M. for your shopping convenience." I used to love Santa growing up like any other kid... I thought wistfully. I haven't stood in that line to climb up onto his lap and snuggle under that snowy white beard since I was six years old. The thought warmed me and made me feel secure and happy bringing a smile to my face. I could see the Jolly old man sitting on his gothic throne inside his cardboard castle. He's a good one, I mused. The beard looks real... the belly seems solid... hmm. I smiled to myself and thought about going and standing in line. Silly really. I was over twenty years old, but I suddenly had the strong urge to lay my head on his shoulder and tell him all my secrets. I watched Santa ease the last child down from his ample lap and suddenly made up my mind. Jumping up, I entered the red and white "North Pole Castle" ...