Holy s**t. It can’t be. Santa wearing a reindeer beanie?
The man stopped a few feet from him and stared as if trying to read into his soul to determine if he’d been good or bad this year.
Sure, it wasn’t the traditional red suit that Nate had heard about for most of his childhood, but his gut told him the wrapping didn’t matter. This was the guy everyone thought of at Christmas. Certainly, no one else in their right mind would live at the North Pole, drive a sleigh, and employee flying reindeer shifters.
Oh, yeah. I’ve lost my ever-loving mind.
The man chuckled again. “No, Nate. You haven’t lost your mind. Though, you do seem a bit surprised to see me.”
Mind reading? So not fair. Nate pulled himself together, or tried to. Standing straight, he met the man’s gaze. “I assume you’re Sant
