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“Jolly Old Saint Nicholas” by Jennifer Ricks

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Cameron boomed. His lips formed an “O” to give his voice maximum resonance. It was hard to sound like an old fat guy when you were fat, but not old.
“I want a big candy cane!” the eight-year-old on his lap whined. “That thing’s puny!”
“Well, I’m afraid I left my large candy canes at the North pole, little man,” Cameron said, trying to make his chest sound as hollow as possible. What was wrong with kids these days? Had Cameron also been so demanding when he was this age?
“And what do you want for Christmas?” Cameron leaned down to a little girl, probably about four years old. Ruining the precious moment, his flowing white beard dangled into her face and the girl started screaming as if he had cut off her right arm.
“We got the photo,” Stacy said loudly over the girl’s noise. “Move it along.”
Cameron’s palms itched beneath the thick leather mittens he was wearing. In fact, he itched everywhere. What did Santa do to stop the chaffing? This red wool racket was intolerable. There were regulations for guys in character suits at theme parks—what about for Santa Clauses?
So far, the idea of getting a seasonal job at the mall during the holidays had come right back to bite. Work with children, make some smiles, spread some Christmas cheer, he had thought. What a joke. It was nearly Christmas, the four-week Santa Claus gig nearly over, and Cameron hadn’t yet met a kid who wasn’t whining, kicking, screaming, or, worst of all, biting. Ouch.
“And what have we here?” Cameron said in the most endearing, grandfatherly way he could muster, letting the vowels rumble in his throat.
“I want this list of video games,” the boy shoved a full page list into Cameron’s gloved hand, “and a new MP3 player, and a new laptop, and, if you really want to surprise me, a remote-control helicopter.”
“Slow down there, tiger!” Cameron’s Santa-voice said. “Have you been good this year?” He held up a leather mitten to accentuate the question.
“Oh, whatever.” The boy shrugged, sliding off Cameron’s lap. “I texted the list to my dad.”
“Hey, Stace!” Cameron hissed when the boy was gone.
“What?” Stacy snapped. “Can’t imagine your workshop filling so many video game orders this year, or aren’t the elves up on the latest computer models? I thought you were crazy about RPGs.”

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