CHAPTER 18
BLAKE- THREE WEEKS LATER
“Stevie, grab the candy cane and give me a huge smile!”
A mother and her bratty kid were three guests away from sitting on Santa’s lap, and this woman was practically directing a film while waiting in line. The little boy crossed his arms over his chest, stamped his feet, and shouted, “No!”
The first couple of weeks being an elf had been fun, sort of. But lately, it had begun to suck, and not in the warm and friendly way. I glanced over toward Santa, and even with makeup on, Eddie’s dark circles showed. He was the only Santa, so he was making a killing money-wise, but it had been almost a month without a day off, and it was taking its toll on both of us.
“So, what’s your name?” I got down on one knee and asked the next kid in line. She appeared to b
