Since leaving the Army
in January, Brian Lawton had been coasting along without any real purpose or
goal that was until mid-October when he made one of his infrequent phone calls
to touch base with his sister Jenna who was the de facto Vicar of St Martins in
Highfinch while the Reverend Mortimer was recovering from a heart attack.
The village of
Highfinch sat just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and Lily Green Hollows
Golf Club separated the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, which made up
her parish.
“So how are you sis?”
he asked jovially and she burst into tears.
Unable to get any
sense out of her over the phone he said
“Ok I’m on my way”
Fortunately he wasn’t
a million miles away as he and another ex-soldier were doing some security work
in Sharpington and it was his day off.
Brian was 33 years old
and had been medically discharged from the Downshire Light Infantry due to
injuries sustained in Afghanistan when he lost most of his left foot.
It was a severe blow
to him as Soldiering was the only thing he had ever wanted to do and he
suspected he wasn’t equipped for much else.
But one thing he
definitely could do was be there for his big sister.
He pulled up outside
the Vicarage and immediately decamped and ran as best he could up the path and
when she opened the door she wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into
his shoulder.
When he had consoled
her she told him that she had fallen head of heels in love with a recent
incumbent to the village, Nick Faulkner.
“What? “the” Nick
Faulkner, the sports presenter?” he said
“Yes” she replied with
her head in her hands
“And?”
“And what?” she asked
“And does he feel the
same?” Brian asked
“I don’t know”
“Well, have you told
him how you feel?”
“Of course not” she
said with alarm
“So what have you done
about it?” he asked
“We had lunch
together, twice, although one of those was in a group” she explained “and he
invited me out to dinner”
“He did?”
“Yes” she replied
“So what’s the
problem?” Brian asked her
“He’s doing the Rugby
World Cup coverage and won’t be back until next month”
“Ok now I understand”
The World Cup ran from
the 18th of September until the 31st of October so he could easily understand
why she would be missing him.
“Well it’s only two
weeks away now” he said
“Yes but that’s not
the problem” she said and began crying again.
When he had calmed her
down she went on to explain that she had been summoned to Abbottsford to see
the Bishop the following day.
“Did he say what it
was about?” he asked
“No, but it will be
about Reverend Mortimer” Jenna said
“He’s going to replace
him and transfer me to another parish”
“You don’t know that”
Brian said reassuringly
“What else could it
be?” she asked
“You’re just thinking
of the worst case scenario” he pointed out
“That doesn’t mean it
won’t happen” she retorted
“Nick is going to
return to Highfinch and I will have been transferred to Carlisle or Skegness”
she said bitterly
“You really have it
bad don’t you?” he said and hugged his sister
“What am I going to
do?” she sobbed
“Would you like me to
go with you tomorrow?” he asked
“Could you?”
“Yes and I can stay
for a few days?” he said
“That would be lovely”
she said and kissed him
“I can help you pack” he said and for the
first time since he arrived she laughed
Brian and Jenna left
the Vicarage just after 9 o’clock and walked to his car.
Although there was a
four year gap in their ages and they were different genders anyone who saw
Brian and Jenna together couldn’t fail to spot that they were siblings.
He was as handsome as
she was attractive, they had the same open manner, the same brunette hair
differing only in length, and they also shared intelligent green laughing eyes,
broad toothy smiles, and pleasant demeanours.
Jenna was clearly very
nervous and spoke hardly a word all the way to Abbottsford and when she did it
was only in single syllables.
So Brian did most of
the talking, however she didn’t really take in what he was saying.
He pulled into the
carpark of the Bishop of Downshire’s Palace and Jenna got out.
“Good luck” Brian said
as he hugged her then he watched her walk towards the heavy oaken doors with
her head down and shoulders slumped.
Brian then got back in
the car and waited until she reappeared two hours later.
From the moment she
emerged from the large oak doors he could tell just from her gait alone that
all was well.
“Well?” he asked as
she got in the car
“I need you to help me
pack” she said
“What? How can that
be?” he asked in disbelief
“You can help me pack
up Reverend Mortimer’s stuff” she said “I’m the new Vicar”
“That’s fantastic” he
said and hugged her “I knew it was good news”
“And I’m getting a new
curate”
Over the following
weeks Brian helped Jenna pack all of Reverend Mortimer’s possessions into boxes
and then decorate his old bedroom so that Jenna could move into it and then he
did the same to her old room in readiness for the new curate who was arriving
at the beginning of November.
Jenna enjoyed the
busyness that had ensued after meeting with the Bishop as it kept her mind
occupied and gave her less time to brood over Nick.
In between his
labour’s at the Vicarage he was driving over to Sharpington for work but he
knew he couldn’t keep that up for long and that he would soon have to leave his
big sis to fend for herself.
However when the new
Curates room was finished and the furniture was all in place Jenna said
something that surprised him.
“Why don’t you
decorate the attic room next” she said
“What for?” He
asked
“So you can live in
it” she replied
“What live here?” he
asked
“Yes” she said “I’m a
very reasonable landlady and the rents cheap”
“It’s a bit of a
commute for work though”
“Get a job closer to
home” she suggested “the Golf club are always looking for new staff”
“What even crippled
ex-soldiers?” he said bitterly
“No one else sees you
like that, only you, think about it” she said “I’d love to stay”
“Well I do like it
here” he admitted
She had no doubts that
they would welcome him with open arms at the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club
because the manager David Pike was on the parish council and she had already
broached the subject with him.
Jenna got her answer
after evensong the next day when she found Brian up in the attic room stripping
wallpaper.
On the 2nd of November
Jenna woke up with butterflies in her stomach because she knew that Nick was
due back in Highfinch.
In fact her
butterflies were so bad she had to forgo breakfast.
In addition to that
anxiety she was also nervous because Brian had an interview at Lily Green
Hollows.
“Good luck” she said
and kissed Brian on the cheek and watched him drive off.
When she got back
inside the phone was ringing and she knew from the caller ID that it was Julia
Thomas who sat on the parish council with her and more significantly was Nick
Faulkner’s next door neighbour.
“Jenna darling” Julia
said “Nicks back”
“What?” she asked “Are
you sure?”
“Yes I can see him now
standing on his drive”
“Thanks Julia” she
said and hung up then after a quick look in the mirror she ran out of the
Vicarage.
She was in such a
hurry to get to see him that she rushed headlong round a corner and met Nick
coming the other way and they both ended up on their backsides on the cold
pavement.
“I’m so sorry” He said
getting quickly to his feet and proffering a hand to the prostrated Jenna which
she took.
“Nonsense” she
replied, “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my mind was elsewhere”.
“Mine too” he said
“are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“No only my pride” she
replied
They dusted themselves
off and there was a brief moment of awkwardness as they finally looked at each
other properly.
“Anyway” she said
“Duties to perform”
“Yes” he agreed
“things to do”
And then much to her
surprise and delight he kissed her which she graciously welcomed
“How clever of you to
know where my mind was” she said and returned the compliment.
Suddenly conscious of
making a spectacle of themselves in the street they walked back to the Vicarage
where she made them coffee and they talked about the events that had occurred
in his absence.
Before they knew it
they had talked the morning away and they still hadn’t settled on a restaurant
to go to for dinner.
“I know” she said “I
have a brilliant idea”
“Tell me more”
“There’s a big bonfire
night display at Sharpinghead” she said
“The fireworks are
spectacular”
“And you would rather
do that than have a meal?” he asked
“No, as well as” Jenna
said
“As well as?”
“Oh yes I thought I
would let you buy me a hotdog at the fireworks and then we have all week to
decide where you’re going to take me for dinner at the weekend” she explained
“I can see you have it
all planned” he said
“Well I do now”
“That’s a date then”
he said
“Two dates actually”
she corrected him “And there are still three day where we have nothing planned”
“Well we can’t have
that then can we?” he said “let’s go for lunch”
“I like your thinking”
she said and kissed him
“I like yours better”
he said and kissed her back
Brian was interviewed
by David Pike for an assistant green keeper’s position and even though he had
no experience such was the regard David had for the new Vicar, Brian was
offered the job.
Jenna and Nick’s first
proper date to the bonfire night party at Sharpinghead was a great success
although they didn’t spend much time watching the pyrotechnics.
They had eyes only for
each other and had it not been for the hot dogs they could have been almost
anywhere for all the notice they took of where they were.
They did at least
settle on the location for their Saturday night dinner date, the Runcible Spoon
in Purplemere.
On the same night as
Nick and Jenna’s first date Brian was on the way home from Sharpington after
his final security shift and he was driving along a lonely stretch of road in
the Pepperstock Hills when he came upon a car on the side of the road with the
hazard lights flashing.
It was the worst
possible spot for anyone to break down and it was probably the most remote
place on the entire road as there was no civilization for at least 2 miles in
any direction.
He drove slowly past
the stricken vehicle and could see a figure inside that appeared to be female
so he pulled up in front of it.
Then he got out and
walked back and as he did so he heard the tell-tale sound of the central
locking which made perfect sense, after all a woman alone at night miles from
anywhere was very vulnerable.
He walked up to the
driver’s side where the occupant had wound the window down about an inch so
asked loudly
“Is everything ok?”
“I have a flat tyre”
she replied
“Do you have a spare?”
“Yes I do”
“Good, pop the boot
then” Brian said
“But it’s also flat”
she said sheepishly
“That’s not so good”
he pointed out
“Do you have a mobile
phone I can borrow?” she asked “Mine isn’t working”
“It’s not your phone
that’s the problem” he said “Coverage is a bit patchy up here”
“Oh” she said looking
downcast
“Well we have a couple
of options, I can either go ahead, and send help back, which I’m not really
comfortable with” he said “or I can give you a lift, I’m going as far as
Highfinch”
“Oh really” she said
brightening a bit “so am I”
“Well that a bit of
luck then” he said “I’m Brian by the way”
“Rosie” she replied
and unlocked the car.
He helped Rosie
transfer her bags from her car to his and when she had locked it they set off
down the road.
After a few minutes he
said
“It was fortunate that
I came along” He said “it’s not a particularly busy road at this time of year
especially after dark”
“Yes it was very
providential” she agreed
“So whereabouts in the
Village are you going?” he asked
“The Vicarage” she
replied
“Seriously?”
“Yes, is it so
shocking that I would be going there?” she asked thinking he must be an atheist
or a humanist or just a cynic
“Not at all” Brian
replied “I’m guessing you must be the new Curate”
“Yes I am” she said
with surprise “but how did you know that?”
“Well I could tell you
that Highfinch is a small village and everyone knows everyone else’s business”
he said
“But actually it’s
because the Vicar is my sister”
“Oh well that’s very
providential indeed” she said and laughed
Once inside the house
he got his first proper look at the new Curate and he wasn’t disappointed, he
thought she was a very pretty girl a few years younger than him he figured late
twenties possibly 30.
She was wearing her
shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around her nape of her neck as
she walked into the hall and when she slipped off her coat she was wearing a
green dress that hugged her figure, well what figure she had.
Rosie was a tall girl,
stick thin, with no visible bust line at all, nor did she have any hips to
speak of and she had an arse like a boy, but very nice legs though and overall
Brian liked what he saw.
Jenna had returned
after her date at the fireworks and was in the lounge, so he took Rosie in and
introduced the two of them and they greeted each other like they were long lost
friends.
“I’ll take your bags
up to your room” he said
“Thank you” they both
said and he left the two of them chattering incessantly.
On Saturday night
Jenna was dressed up to the nines for her big date with Nick.
“Wow sis” Brian said
when he saw her “Not at all bad for an old bird”
“Don’t be so cheeky”
Rosie said and punched his arm
“You look absolutely
stunning” she said to Jenna
“Did you see that
savage attack?” Brian said rubbing his arm
“She’s only been here
two day and I’m already being brutalized”
“Stop whining” Jenna
said unsympathetically
“I was actually
worried about leaving her in your care for the evening but I can see who will
really be in charge”
After Nick had picked
Jenna up and Brian and Rosie watched them drive off there was a brief awkward
silence between them until Brian said
“Listen I can’t offer
you the sumptuous delights of the Runcible Spoon but I can run to a pretty
decent pizza”
“On one condition” she
replied
“What’s that?”
“That we can watch Dr
Who while we eat it”
“I can see you are a
girl after my own heart, it a deal” he said “I’ll get the menu”
So while Nick and
Jenna were enjoying the culinary delights at The Runcible Spoon, Brian and
Rosie ate pepperoni Pizza and watched Dr Who after which he said.
“We could go over to
the Downshire Arms if you like”
“I’m not a big pub
person” she replied hesitantly
“There’s a quiz on” he
added
“Well I do like a
quiz” she “Ok, as long as it’s not too rowdy”
“I promise” he said
“Highfinch doesn’t do rowdy”
The pub was quite busy
but not rowdy and not having been in the village that long he didn’t know that
many people so he made a bee line for the only familiar faces he recognized,
one of which was his new boss David Pike who was sitting at the same table as
fellow parish councillors Julia Thomas and Vicki Paulding none of whom had yet
met the new curate.
They had a fun evening
and their improvised team battled bravely to a very creditable second place.
As he was taking his
outdoor shoes off Rosie noticed the abnormality as he took his left foot out of
his shoe and quickly slipped it into his slipper.
“What happened to your
foot” she asked
“A road side bomb” he
replied “In Afghanistan”
“I didn’t know you
were in the army”
“Yes but not anymore
though” he said sadly
“Do you get any pain?”
“No not really, not
anymore” he said
“It just looks a bit
freaky so I’m a bit self-conscious about it”
“I used to be a nurse
so I’m sure I’ve seen worse” she said
“I don’t think we know
each other well enough yet” he said “But thanks”
Nick and Jenna had a
lovely meal in Purplemere and found that the Runcible Spoon certainly didn’t
disappoint and they would both have agreed that neither did the company.
The next day Jenna was
in a wonderful mood and it didn’t take an expert to know why and Brian was very
pleased to see she was looking much more like her old self again and seemed to
have fully recovered from the malady of despondency that had afflicted her.
Jenna was also on very
good form in the pulpit and delivered a very inspiring and enlightening sermon
and afterwards back at the Vicarage she turned her attention on Brian.
“Brother Dearest” she
said
“What?” he responded
suspiciously?
“I have a task for
you”
“And what’s that?”
Brian asked
“I need you to help
out at the Christmas Bazaar” she said
“Oh ok yes I can do
that” Brian said a little relieved to get off so lightly
“Excellent” she said
“We just need to get the ladies to alter the costume”
“Hold on what
costume?” Brian said “I don’t remember agreeing to a costume”
“The Santa costume
obviously” Jenna said
“I am not going to
dress up and Santa” he said adamantly
“But you have to, you
can’t sit in Santa’s grotto in your ordinary clothes” Jenna insisted
“What grotto?” he
asked
“You’ll make a
wonderful Santa” Rosie added
“That’s not fair,
you’re ganging up” he said indignantly “ganging up isn’t fair”
“I’ll let you know
when you’re needed for the first fitting” Jenna said as she left the room
“But Jenna?” he called
“Can’t talk, I’m going
to lunch with my boyfriend”
A moment later her
head appeared around the door and she added
“I rather like the way
that sounds”
Brian spent the next
five minutes trying to fathom how she had managed to rope him into playing
Santa at the St Martin’s School Christmas Bazaar without him even realising
what he had agreed to and in fact he was left with the impression that he
actually volunteered.
A local man called
Henry Gold normally played Santa and had done for many years but since his sad
demise earlier that year it had proved difficult to replace him.
“You really will make
a marvellous Santa” Rosie said and went out to make lunch.
Later that week his
sister volunteered him for something else but on this occasion he offered no
resistance.
As the winter was
beginning to bite there had been a call out to church groups in the area for
volunteers for the soup kitchens in Purplemere or Finchbottom.
As soon as the request
came through Rosie signed up without a seconds hesitation which prompted Jenna
to suggest Brian do the same to look after her.
But what began as a
simple babysitting exercise turned out to be one of the most rewarding things
he had ever done, a real eye-opening experience plus he got to spend time with
Rosie which was becoming more of a pleasure every time they went out.
Brian was replacing
Henry Gold as Santa at St Martin’s School Christmas Bazaar due to the latter’s
sad demise earlier in the year and as Henry was a much bigger man than Brian
was so some significant adjustments to the suit and the padding were necessary.
So on the Monday
morning before the Bazaar in the church Hall the Vicar and a small team of
ladies were on hand to affect alterations, well the team of ladies obviously
did all the work and Jenna looked on, but Brian noticed she was wearing a
worried frown.
He didn’t want to
broach the subject in front of the ladies so he waited until they were on their
own back at the Vicarage that evening.
“What’s the matter
sis?”
“Christmas is the
matter” she replied
“But you love
Christmas” he reminded her
“Yes but It’s such a
busy time, there is so much going on, Advent, Christingle, Carol Concert and the Bazaar and everyone is watching me to
see if I screw up”
“But you’ve been here
for ten years” he said “this is hardly your first Christmas”
“Yes but it’s my first
Christmas as the Vicar” she said worriedly
“Look you’ve already
ticked off the first Sunday of advent and the Bazaar is totally covered, so
stop worrying” he reassured her.
For Reverend Jenna
Lawton the run up to the second weekend of advent was a test of endurance and
the success of the first weekend of Advent under her belt she still approached
the Second weekend with little confidence despite her brother’s words of comfort.
On Friday lunchtime
Brian was required at the Church Hall for his final fitting, so he walked over
from the Golf Course in his meal break.
But before he could
get in the door of the Church Hall his sister the Vicar burst out of it.
“It’s a total
disaster” Jenna blurted out “Trevor Gurney has appendicitis”
“Oh no” Brian said “is
he ok?”
“What?” she said as if
confused by the question
“Trevor” he clarified
“is he ok?”
“Oh shit,” the Vicar
exclaimed, “I never thought to ask”
“So what’s the
disaster then?” He enquired
“Trevor is the chief
Elf to your Santa,” she explained
“So what’s the
problem?” he said “can’t we just find someone to fill his shoes?”
“It’s not his shoes
that are the problem” Jenna explained
“He’s a six foot stick
insect with a bum like a twelve year old boy”
“Oh” Brian said
unhelpfully
“We can’t get anyone
else with their own costume at this late stage” she went on
Brian went to speak
but she was in full flow and cut him off
“No! We can’t hire a
costume they’re all gone, and if we put one of the volunteers in Trevor’s
costume they will just look ridiculous”
“Don’t you think a six
foot Elf is ridiculous anyway?” Brian remarked
“He’s a very good Elf”
Jenna said indignantly “and he supplied his own costume”
“So let me get this straight
we need someone six feet tall, stick thin with an arse like a 12 year old boy”
he asked
“Yes” Jenna replied
crossly, “That’s why it’s a disaster”
“I know just the
person,” he said
“Really?” she asked
doubtfully
“Really” he said and
taking out his mobile phone he got up his contacts list, scrolled down and hit
call.
“Rosie? Where are
you?”
“I’m here” she said
suddenly emerging from the Church Hall
“What are you doing
tomorrow?” he asked and put his phone away.
The Vicar paced up and
down like an expectant father while looking her Curate up and down.
“I don’t believe it,
the solution was right under my nose all the time” she said
“Will you do it?” She
asked eventually
“Do what?” Rosie asked
“Be the chief Elf to
my Santa” he said “You are uniquely qualified”
“Ok” Rosie agreed
“Sorted” Brian replied
“Thank you God” Jenna
said looking to the heavens and crossing herself “and thank you Brian”
“You’re perfect Rosie,
I can’t believe I didn’t see it” she said
“You obviously don’t
spend as much time looking at her as I do” Brian said and then blushed at the
realization that he’d said it out loud.
Jenna didn’t notice
but Rosie did and she was smiling as she went back inside.
Jenna just kissed his
cheek before going off to belatedly enquire about Trevor’s state of health.
Brian followed her
into the hall where the ladies swarmed around him like they were preparing
Cinderella for the ball.
He tried on the suit
and measurements were taken by women muttering to one another with their mouths
full of pins and it was agreed it would be ready by Friday without fail and
after the ladies had finished doing their thing, he returned to work in a good
frame of mind and very much looking forward to the big day.
On Saturday morning
Brian rose very early and to his surprise Jenna and Rosie had already left the
house.
Although he was press
ganged into the job and he was a bit nervous, well in truth he was terrified,
he was pleased that he would not be enduring the ordeal alone and would be
sharing the experience with Curate Rosie Coulter.
He treated himself to
an extra close shave, a much closer one than usual in order to accommodate the
beard and as a result when he applied the aftershave it stung like hell.
He arrived at St
Martin’s school smelling sweetly and red-faced at about 11.00am to find his
sister the Vicar fussing around like a mother hen, uncharacteristically wanting
things just so.
“Hey sis” he said
“You’re cutting it
fine” Jenna said crossly
“There’s plenty of
time” he said
“There’s still so much
to do” she retorted
“Ok just calm down”
Brian said “it’s all in hand”
“Look it’s not just a
Christmas Bazaar you know we’re making Christmas memories” Jenna said “it’s
important for the children so it’s got to be done right”
Just then Rosie came
through the door behind him
“Hello Santa” she said
brightly
“Hi Rosie” he said
“Hey why aren’t you in costume?”
“Some of us have had a
very busy morning Grouchy Clause” Rosie said
“Come on Rosie your
costume is through there” said Jenna and lead her away to one of the offices,
but she paused by the doorway and let Rosie go ahead of her gave her an
appraising look and declared to her brother.
“You were right bro
she does have a bum like a twelve year old boy”
“Yes she’s perfect” he
said absentmindedly
Jenna smiled and left
him with the drama teacher Cherry Overton-Brown who showed him in to the
grotto.
“I’m your dresser,
Brian” she said “I’m going to help you with your wig and beard”
“Ok” he said
“I’m in amateur
dramatics you know” she continued pompously
“No I didn’t know
that” he replied disinterestedly
The grotto was in one
of the classrooms, though he wasn’t sure what subject as all the walls were
hidden behind red velvet drapes, decorated with tinsel and coloured lights.
The huge throne was in
the furthest corner surrounded by Christmas parcels.
Leading to the throne
was a snow covered path and on one side of it was a festive tableau of snowmen
and reindeer and on the other side Santa’s sleigh was parked.
He was fully regaled
in the red velvet suit and as he sat on his throne, Cherry applied the
finishing touches to his beard and placed the hat on his head and pinned it to
the wig.
Just as she stepped
away to admire her handiwork Rosie appeared, and being tall and flat chested
she was dressed as Bernard the Elf, from The Santa Clause movies, wearing
Trevor Gurney’s costume, and it was a perfect fit.
Which consisted of a
rather expensive looking fitted tunic, in brown and green with gold brocade
decorating the front and back, thick deep red tights on her skinny legs and
pixie boots with turned up toes.
Rosie’s hair was tied
up and hidden under a matching hat and to all intents and purposes she looked
like a boy, and he still found her staggeringly sexy.
To get to the grotto
you had to enter via an adjoining classroom, also festively decked out which
acted as an ante room where a small number of children and their accompanying
parents waited their turn, and where Cherry Overton-Brown, who for some reason
was dressed as Robin Hood, kept order, and beyond the anteroom in the corridor
there was a sizable queue of expectant children.
The grotto opened to
the first child at 1 pm and there was pretty constant stream almost non-stop
until 4 o’clock.
Rosie escorted the
excited or apprehensive child in from the ante chamber, who would then climb
upon Santa’s lap, the child not Rosie, much to Brian’s disappointed.
Santa would then have
a quick chat with them and give them their gift, and then Tom Rowlands, the
Verger, would take a photo.
Rosie then escorted
the happy child back out to their parents and this well-oiled machine kept
operating like that for 3 hours and when Rosie escorted the final child back to
their waiting parents the Verger followed them out.
Leaving Brian
shattered and alone on his throne and suffering from the seasonal condition of
“Santa’s lap”.
He was gagging for a
drink he had nits in his beard and a damp patch on his trousers.
But despite his
apprehension at his debut as Santa he had thoroughly enjoyed the experience and
hoped he had done his predecessor proud.
When Rosie returned
from showing the last of the little darlings out of the door she came over to
him and said
“That’s definitely the
last of them”
“Excellent” he sighed
“But there is just one
more customer for Santa” She said and sat on his knee.
“I don’t think I have
a present for you little girl” Santa said “I’m almost certain that you’re on
the naughty list”
“I think I’m probably
on the nice and naughty list” Rosie said and giggled
“But I really don’t
think I have any presents left” he said
“Then I will have to
have a kiss instead” she said and kissed him.
As the resident
celebrity of Highfinch, and the Vicars boyfriend, Nick Faulkner, was both the
guest of honour and the raffle prize draw master.
But with the draw
complete he went in search of his own prize draw, namely the Reverend Lawton
and he caught up with her in the ante room to Santa’s grotto.
She was peering
through a gap in the door to the grotto.
“What are you looking
at nosy?” Nick said
“Shush” she said and
put her finger to her lips “Come and have a look”
He tiptoed across the
room and also peaked through the crack in the door and could see Rosie the Elf
snogging Santa Claus.
“Well, well” he said
“Just wait until Mrs Claus finds out about this”
“Oh I think she
already knows” Jenna said
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