The New Santa

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23/12/2015 by paulinebsc

This was entered for a monthly competition ( which stipulates every entry must be EXACTLY 100 words. It came out of my brain fully formed, and I had to alter it very little to make the words fit:

He watched them scurrying about the shopping centres and markets, his lips pulled back in disgust.
‘Look what they’ve done to Christmas. Can you believe it?’
‘They’re celebrating my birthday Dad, that’s got to be good.’
Jesus sat down to pull on a pair of striped tights.
‘What are you wearing?’
‘Elf costume. Michael and I like to pretend to be elves for one of the department stores – it’s a hoot. I haven’t met their new santa yet.’
‘Humbug’ his father looked away with disdain.
As Jesus took up his position he looked at the new Santa. His father winked.

Fairly obviously this was the December competition (2015)


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