Chapter 7 - ch. 7

“Do we have to do this?”

“Of course!”

“But...they're all staring at me”

“That's half the fun of it!”

Alix and Greg stood in a line of small children, all waiting for their chance to sit on Santa's lap.

“Haven't you ever done this before?”

“Yeah...when I was 4!”

“Man, Adam and I do this every year!”

“Oh God! Adam why did you have to leave?!”

“It's not his fault his Great Aunt what's-her-face died.”

“NEXT!” the elf shouted over the many voices.

Greg walked forward and sat on Santa's lap.

“Hi!”

“Well, Hello Greg!” Santa replied. “Where's Adam?”

“He's at his Great Aunt's funeral.”

“Oh. And who's this pretty young lady?”

“That is Alix. She's my best friend...well female friend.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Shut up. So, how's the wife and kids?”

“They're great. How are your dad and brother?”

“Boomer's still an idiot...but he's adorable anyway. And Dad, well dad is dad!”

“Ahhhhh Boomer. Good kid. Is he gonna come see Santa?”

“Yeah. I think he's coming tomorrow.”

“Oh. Well...HOHOHO...What do you want for Christmas little boy?”

“Hmmmm...” Greg leaned close to Santa and began to whisper in his ear. At one point he looked towards Alix and then went back to staring straight foreword. When he finished he gave Santa a quick hug and jumped down. As he passed by Alix, she raised her brow and stared. He simply winked at her and grinned.

“NEXT!”

Alix hesitated and then climbed on Santa's lap.

“Hello”

“Hi there little girl! What do you want for Christmas?”

“I wanna know what Greg just said.”

“I'm sorry. That information is confidential.”

“Ugh! Well...I guess I'll think of something else.” She thought for a moment and closed her eyes. “I want snow for Christmas.”

“Ok.” With that she jumped down and walked over to Greg.

“Happy?” she asked.

“Almost. One more tradition.”

“What?”

“We link arms and skip through the mall singing carols!!”

“WE WHAT?!”

“Cooommmee ooooonnn!” Greg whined.

“Fine.” She huffed and gave him her arm. He took it.

“JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE ALL THE WAY!” He sang, skipping, and pulling her along. By the time he finished Jingle Bells, she had gotten into the swing. Together they skipped through the mall singing at the top of their lungs.

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