TwiGirlsNextDoor's 12 Days of Christmas Writing Challenge; http:/www[.]twigirlsnextdoor[.]com/search/label/Contests

Collab: IcelandGirl812 and Mentalistecbm

Prompt: #17/#18 and http:/bit[.]ly/hHkyVM and http:/bit[.]ly/fjC9Wy

Word Count: 226

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AN: Erica - Writing these with Mental has been a total blast. Thank you, Twi-Girls, for inspiring us with your contest. :) And Rachel for betaing.


"Momma! Come on! Santa's going back to the North Pole today. We needa hurry up!"

I rolled my eyes, coming out of the room. I'd been in there for all of two minutes. But in five-year-old time, that was more like two hours.

"I'm here, I'm here. Got your list?"

If she'd forgotten her list, she would have freaked out and bust out crying in the middle of the mall.

Christmas, in her opinion, was more important than her birthday.

/-\

"Hi, little girl! What would you like for Christ – oh, you already have your list. So prepared."

Santa was... wow. I wouldn't mind being a naughty girl for him.

Wow.

We were the only ones in his area (not even the elves were there), and some of the few people at the mall. It was going to close in five minutes, so sane people had left a good while ago. But dammit, she was going to get her picture with Santa, or she would be whining for the next year.

Santa looked up at me, after Ava had gotten down, and ran toward the playarea, very nearby.

"Would Mommy like to sit on Santa's lap, too? I can promise that you'll enjoy it."

His voice was low and smooth and sex and perfect and sex and sex and sex and sex and...

Sex.

Fuck.