Sunday night and forcing myself to do this…
Not really FORCING, I suppose… It’s like medicine… It’s going to be good for me.
Anyway. Random.org called 44 so here we are…
Santa is real and he’s stuck in your chimney.
https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/holiday/page/3/
“Are you stuck?” I called out, as I got on my knees trying to look up the fireplace.
“Please don’t be alarmed.” A man’s voice said calmly. “This happens quite often.”
I braced my hands on the white marble siding and twisted my body to try and get a better view. I could see black boots and red pants, that was it.
This was really strange. I’m honestly not sure what to do now.
“Is there anything I can do?” I said tentatively.
He had been stuck and moving around in the chimney for at least five minutes at this point. I must be dreaming. What are the odds that I would be talking about Santa and suddenly he’s in my house.
The lights flickered in my house and went off for a second and flashed back on. I blinked and yep, there he was. Standing next to my pink and silver Christmas tree. Bad decoration choice this year, we were moving back to red and gold next year.
I opened my mouth a bit and then closed it and just stared at him. I got back up to my feet. This was not the Santa that I envisioned. This was Hot Santa with long shaggy hair that peeked out of his Santa hat and came down over his ears. He had facial hair that was sprinkled with gray and a very direct stare that was making me slightly uncomfortable.
“Where is your beard?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
Hot Santa tugged his red hat lower on his forehead. “It will be longer next year.” He tipped his chin down and stared at me. “You are remarkably calmer than the last house this happened at.”
“Well, it’s 1:23 a.m. and I was finishing my 3rd glass of wine after setting up a Barbie Dream House and literally texting about you to my bestie and then… ” I paused for a moment, and looked back at the fireplace and then back at him. “This happened.”
I walked over to the kitchen island and picked up my glass of wine white and took a small sip. I scratched my neck. “I feel like I should possibly call 911 or just sit back and finish my wine and assume I’m loosing it due to stress.”
Hot Santa pulled his red jacket down and adjusted the bag over his shoulder. “You won’t remember this anyway.”
“I won’t?”
“Ten minutes after I leave, you’ll forget this ever happened.” He said with a smile.
“If I’m going to forget, can you at least tell me what you are doing here?”
“Nothing too earth-shattering. I’m Santa – well, I’m Santa-in-Training, and helping deliver presents this year and learning the ropes.” He said casually.
I watched Hot Santa walk over to the pink Barbie tree and wave his hand and three large presents appeared under the tree. Two were fairly large and covered in shiny red paper with silver bows on them. The other was smaller and had a green and gold theme.
I rubbed my eyes with my fists. What the hell?
He looked back over at me and smiled. I gazed at him in bemusement from my safe spot behind the counter.
He slowly walked over and stood a few feet away from me. “I’m proud of you. You’ve been doing a great job,” he said gently. He stood there for a few more moments while I gaped at him.
I closed my mouth and nodded. I have definitely lost it.
“How are you getting out of my house?” I blurted out.
“Magic!” He laughed.
“And you say I’m not going to remember this at all?” I asked skeptically.
“Nope.”
I slid my phone out of my back pocket and quickly snapped a photo of him, while he grinned.
“Okay. Well. This has been fascinating,” I said and looked over to my front door. The lights flickered again and I snapped my head back in his direction.
There was no one there.
I walked every room of the house. Checked all the window and door locks. Nothing was amiss. It was clearly time for bed.
I picked up my phone and swiped over to my photos.
“Huh.” I said out loud with a smile.
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