“No. You don’t understand. I don’t want to be Mrs. Claus. I want to be Santa.”“Well, it would make a great statement,” said one of her top advisors. “The media will fixate on it for a while, if you do decide to don the red suit.”
“I don’t know,” said one of her female press assistants. “It could backfire on us.”
“We’ll never know if we don’t try. I am, after all, the only female in the race right now. These men won’t know what to do when they confront my female a*s. At least the old guy didn’t make any harsh attacks. He’s a man of principle after all. He helps the poor and all of that s**t. But I do want to bury him in the polls. Maybe dressing up as Santa is the best thing to do for the campaign right now.”
“Let’s do it then,” said her campaign manager. “You want to be bold and make a
