I smirked. “Politicians come and go. You’ll never go out of style.” I gave the Santa a quick glance. Then I did a double take. “Paul?!”
He pulled down the fake beard a moment. “Keep it down, Frost. You’ll blow my cover.”
“What are you doing here?”
“My dad makes me and my sister periodically work these kinds of events every December. I never mentioned it because I thought you’d make fun of me.” He slapped the stuffing of his fake belly, jiggling it like gelatin. “My elf trainer dies a little inside whenever he sees me cover my abs with this, but Dad says the experience is good for us. Can’t run a business if you don’t know the customers, right?”
“Hi, Frost.” Margo Claus popped up next to me on the left, dressed as an elf. Her wavy, orange-bronze hair spilled down to her waist, and her g
