Tyler hated that he was wrangled into playing Santa at the stupid little kiddy party that his mom's work sponsored every year. It was hard to say no to your mother, especially when she is recently diagnosed with inoperable cancer. She used the most annoying tactic on the earth to get him to agree . . . I might not live to see another Christmas. Tyler hated to hear the words I might not live.
Tyler was 26, and had a well-defined muscular body, not really what you would anticipate as a Santa. At least the Santa Suit was easy to pad. Tyler tried to look at himself in the small mirror in the bathroom where he was changing into the suit. All he could see was his tanned face surrounded by fake white hair, and his bright green eyes staring back at himself. This was going to be a horrible day.
"Santa? Are you ready in there?" a sweet soft voice said.
"Yeah."
"Ok well the kids are just about done with the games and are anxious to meet the big man in red."
As Tyler opened the door, he found one of his two helpful elves waiting for him. "Noelle right?"
"Come, Mr. Clause, you have a horde of little children who want to tell you what they want for Christmas."
Noelle may have had one of those voices that inspired thoughts of satin sheets, but her attitude made you think more of a set of scratchy wool sheets you could not wait to get out of.
The time drug by; some of the children were obnoxious but others were rather adorable, like the little girl who wanted anything but another brother, Tyler watched as the little girl ran back to a very pregnant mother, Then there was the boy who wanted a pair of kittens and a puppy . . . so that if the puppy does anything wrong I can tell Mommy that it was the kitties and she will get rid of them not my puppy. When the kids told them why they wanted certain gifts, it took all he had not to laugh. Then there were the kids that made him want to cry with their stories.
Three hours after he started Tyler was finally done listening to the children. Now he got to change back into his street close and join the Christmas party. While in the bathroom be relived that he must have got some of the padding stuck in the zipper on the back of the Santa suit. Finding his cell phone in his duffle, he called his mother and asked her to send someone to the bathroom to help him.
When the knock finally came, Tyler was ecstatic, "Come in, come in," he said hurriedly.
Noelle was not sure why she had agreed to go rescue the distraught Santa. She supposed it was because Mrs. Smith had asked her to, and Noelle would do anything for Mrs. Smith, she would have even before everyone found out about the cancer, Noelle just like the slightly off-kilter lady.
Opening the door, she saw Tyler standing with his back to the door, a wise move since he had removed the hat and beard already. "So where are you stuck?"
Perfect he asks for help and his mother sends him the North Pole's coldest elf, Noelle. "The zipper is stuck, I can't reach it."
Smiling a little at the predicament Noelle walked up behind Tyler and worked the zipper down. When she helped him get the heavily padded suit jacket off she could not help herself, "Santa has a really nice ass," she said then reached down and pinched it.
"Whoa . . ." Tyler said and spun around. Noelle had just pinched his ass. "Why did you do that?"
