Today was the day. Everyone would be expecting him. Gosh he
loathed his job. He didn’t see the point anyway. There was no gratitude, no
real gratitude anyway. No one ever really came up to him directly and said,
“you know, you do a fine job, thank you.” For a split second, the thought of
not going hustled though his head, but he knew too much was at stake. Begrudgingly,
he put on his tattered coat, his hefty boots, and his old headpiece. He thought to
himself, I can’t even get a new suit?
This one has been around for ages!
There were strings loose and pins sticking out. The material
was starting to get itchy. He scratched and scratched some more, then murmuring
under his breath, just deal with it, ha!
I’ll show them deal with it! Just then, he took off his faded red coat with
sullied white fluffy piping and threw it to the floor. “I’m wearing what I want
to wear this year!” Chris huffed. He stormed into his closet and stared at his
clothes, mostly red, greed, and…and wait…there was something blue hiding in the
back that caught his eye. Aha! He
snatched the blue dazzler, not caring what it was and pulled it over his
head. “Perfect.”
He put his hand to his chin, tapping his finger on it a few times.
“And now, pants.” How about these, he
murmured to himself, as he pulled out some acid wash jeans. And there Chris
stood wearing jeans and a blue T-shirt. It wasn’t until he looked in the mirror
that he realized what the shirt said, “I’m with stupid.” He, He, He, Chris
laughed. He had forgotten the Mrs. brought it back for him when she went to Vegas while the two were on a "break." Splendid. "But I can’t do tonight without my hat," he whispered to himself concertedly. Finishing the ensemble, he placed his his favorite threadbare, red pointy cap on his newly dyed, brown hair. This will be a Christmas to remember, Santa
said with effect. I’m doing things my way. I’m shaking things up.
He took out his polaroid and called for Blitzen.
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