Hello out there! I’m Andy. My author, Jessica E. Subject asked me to come here today to talk about being a mall Santa. Let me start off by saying this is not my ideal job. I didn’t dream about being a mall Santa as a kid. I’m actually an actor, but I don’t seem to be getting any high-paying gigs. Being a dead body doesn’t pay that well. So, I took this job to earn some extra money before the holidays.
And being a mall Santa is not all it’s cracked up to be. It’s winter, which means cooler temps in this part of the country. That also means kids coughing, sneezing and wiping their runny noses on me. My costume is a veritable germ factory by the end of the day. I always carry Lysol with me, wipes, spray, everything I can get. I also use a lot of body powder to absorb the sweat, and suck on breath mints all day. But that’s not the worst.
Do screaming, crying kids give you a headache? Yeah, me, too. Imagine eight hours of that? And please, change your kid’s diaper before sitting them on Santa’s knee. I have wound up with several wet and dirty knees, only upsetting the kids next in line.
Of course, there are always the kids who sit on your knee and say, “I know you’re not Santa” only to cause heartbreak to the other kids standing in the lineup. Then, with their sad faces, they turn to their mothers and fathers to ask if the other kid is telling the truth.
Then, there’s pet day, a surefire way to get licked, humped and peed on. Thank goodness it’s only for a couple of hours. I’ll gladly take screaming kids after that.
As for what kids ask for, there are those who have a mile long list of toys, those that ask for one gift for them and someone else, and sometimes the kid who doesn’t ask for anything. They just sit and stare. Every once in a while, a child comes along and asks for something that absolutely breaks my heart, like when they ask for their parent to come back, whether they left the family or passed away. Sometimes a child even asks for selfless things like world peace or to find a cure for cancer.
All in all, the job is worth it for the many kids that I am able to make smile. I don’t promise them anything, but I do listen. And for the not-so-good moments, I am thankful for the excuse that I have to leave for a few moments to feed my reindeer.
And then there was the day Claire sat on my knee…
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An Alien for the Holidays story
By Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
She doesn’t want a lot for Christmas…
Claire Otton dreads spending another holiday alone. When her best friend convinces her to approach the sexy mall Santa, she takes the chance and asks him out, hoping for so much more.
He’s waiting under the mistletoe…
Although Andreas Castellanos blends in on Earth, he knows he will never belong. But when the gorgeous woman he’d been staring at invites him to dinner, he has a hard time saying no.
All they’re asking for…
Can these two lonely souls find magic together or will their secrets steal their chance of a happy Christmas?
“You can’t be serious.” Claire mustered the dirtiest look possible for her best friend.
Tiffany held out her hands and air-squeezed the man’s firm rear end from a distance. “C’mon. Look at that ass.”
“Yes, but a Santa Claus? How do I know what he looks like under that suit and beard?” Imagining removing the white hair to find a wrinkled old man, she shuddered.
“Only one way to find out.” Smacking Claire’s butt, Tiffany urged her forward. “Go ask him.”
She planted her feet. Thank goodness she hadn’t worn heels for their marathon shopping trip two days before Christmas. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you?”
Tiffany rolled her eyes, sighing. “Because I’m engaged to be married to the love of my life. You’re the Grinch who needs to get laid.”
“I’m not a Grinch,” she snapped. Breathing deeply, she counted backwards from ten. “I’m sorry. This is a very stressful time of year for me.”
“I know.” Tiffany cupped her elbow. “I just want to see you happy at Christmas again. It doesn’t have to be a miserable holiday anymore. That’s part of the reason I dragged you with me today.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, tears welling already. Please don’t let me turn into a blubbering mess in the middle of the mall. While she appreciated her friend’s concern, she coped better on her own. “I…I should go home. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”
Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.