Santa Daddy
by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison
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“As you know, son, there is more to being Santa than just making and delivering toys. There is also the mission to rid the world of non-believers.”
“Yes, I know. It is the job of Santa to bring the magic of Christmas to everyone, young and old, and help to rid the world of non-believers because non-believers dampen the joy of Christmas for others.” I recited part of the Santa code from memory.
“Yes, and…”
“And once I begin working my way through the list of non-believers, somewhere in my mission, I will find my Mrs. Claus. Just like you found Mom.”
“That’s right. Your mother was my thirty-fifth non-believer. I found her before my first Christmas as Santa. Just as you will.”
I narrowed my eyes and squinted at him, frowning. “This Christmas? Like the one that is in two weeks? Holy freaking fruitcake! I hope you are kidding me right now! That’s impossible. There’s no way it will be that easy. And, What if my Mrs. Claus is not a non-believer, and I don’t find her in time because all I’m focused on the mission?”
“She will be, and you will find her. You see, son, your mother… well, she was not an exception to the rule, she was the rule and failure, my dear boy, is not an option”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Your Mrs. Claus will have been a non-believer. She must be. It’s in the by-laws. And if you do not make her your wife by Christmas eve…” He paused and took a deep breath. “Well let me just reiterate, failure is not an option.”
“Fabulous,” I deadpanned, wondering how many more bombs they planned to drop on me tonight. “Okay, then. This should make for an interesting dating pool. How many existing non-believers are women between the ages of twenty and forty? Like fifty? A hundred? Two hundred? A thousand? What are we looking at here?”
My parents exchanged looks before my father turned to me and held up one finger. “One.”
“I’m sorry? Did you say one? There is only one non-believer left in the whole world?”
“Erm, females in that age bracket, yes.” My father pulled an iPhone from his pants pocket and began clicking away at the keys. “This woman.” He turned the phone to face me. The woman on the screen was a stunning brunette with skin that was slightly olive in tone and large chocolate brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with little flecks of gold in them. At least she was pretty. She was beautiful actually, and I was getting hard just looking at her. “Her name,” my father continued, “is Crystal Turner. She’s thirty-one years old, and she resides in Las Vegas of all places.”
“Oh.” I stopped short in my tirade, stunned with this new bit of information. “Well, Kringle Krisps! Okay then. At least I’m not running around blind. Any tips for how I not only turn this illusive woman not only into a believer, but also into Mrs. Claus in two weeks time? It’s not going to be as easy as it was for you with Mom, you know. I can’t just turn an unknown woman over my knee and spank her into believing.”
My father laughed, a loud guffawing knee-slapping laugh, and then all of a sudden, he stopped and turned very serious. “Well, you could certainly try.”
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My most important job as Santa is to rid the world of non-believers of all ages. But first, I have to make one of them my wife.
Crystal spent her entire life avoiding Christmas, and I have only two weeks to convince her otherwise. She is stubborn, but I am determined.
She will learn the magic of Christmas either on Santa’s lap, or over it.
The fate of Christmas depends on it.
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Allysa Hart
I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days. I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.
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Rayanna Jamison
Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.
In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.
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