“Your contract requires two weeks’ notice. You can’t leave tonight,” Santa said.
“I can, and I will,” Donner said.
“It’s Christmas Eve. We need you here.”
“My flight is booked.”
“We don’t have an airport.”
“Yeah, I booked myself. I’m done with this job. I’m done with you.”
“How can you say that?”
“As if you don’t know! I’ve stayed through some rotten curveballs. You promoted Rudolph over me, even though I have the most seniority. Fine, I can handle that. You cut out Christmas bonuses so you could afford to install that hot tub. The others complained, but I never said a word. I literally worked my tail off for you – my butt’s never going to look the same – and you’ve never once thanked me.”
Footprints in the snow
over a sleeping town
as the icy breeze stills
snow starts coming down
Maybe it’s a childhood thing but my memory of Christmas is of a happy day enjoyed by all. They were never spoilt by arguments or friction. They might be boring, they could be wacky, or hilarious, and sometimes eye opening but never was a voice raised in anger.
Apart that is, than the year my Gran, my mum’s mum, got a bit squiffy on the port and lemons, eat heartily, fell asleep during the Queen’s speech and woke up in a bit of a state.
The Yuletide season is one of relaxation and happiness for all who belong to Vexstein, from the lowliest to the highest, currently my uncle, Baron Smallweed, who succeeded a few years ago following the death of my other uncle, the late Baron Darcy.
The relaxation stems in part to the fact that we close down production at the brewery for the ten day holiday. This allows everyone to have a good break and for all the equipment to be thoroughly cleaned and overhauled. So Solstice really starts with the end of the last shift, and to mark that, we have a firework display over the brewery, and a street market with vendors selling hot drinks and snacks, playing music and dancing, on the streets outside the castle walls.
Santa Paws by Sarah and Choppy Day 10 Advent 2017 - 2nd Sunday of Advent You can find more Choppy (and her kitty friend, Schooner) at http://travelswithchoppy.com!
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