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advent day 21

Pastor Jack looked at himself in the mirror tugged the jacket down over the unaccustomed girth he’d gained. He glanced up and saw the laughter in Cassie’s eyes. Then he rolled his eyes as there was a knock at the door. “Come in.”

Matt and Kyle came in. “You wanted to see...” Matt broke off then he laughed as he saw Jack.

“I told you that you shouldn't have had that extra cake at lunch,” Kyle managed laughing hard.

Jack sulked.

Cassie laughed. “But honey, its such a lovely shade of red.”

“Don’t even go there,” Jack screwed his nose up at her. “It’s not even my colour.”

Cassie handed him the false beard and wig. “But you look cute,” she said, her smile widening as she watched him put them on.

Jack humphed and pulled the hat on. “Not as cute as the three of you will do in these!” He held up three outfits with a huge smirk on his face. Then he laughed as he watched the grins on the faces of the others replaced by horror.

“Oh no,” Cassie said backing away.

“Oh yes,” he said.

Matt shook his head. “Actually we’re all needed at work this afternoon. Stuff to do, lights to put up, trees to decorate...”

“Don’t you dare move!” Jack told them. “If we’re serious about this, then Santa needs his elves. And that is the tree of you.” He handed them the costumes.

Kyle looked hopefully at his wife. “Don't you have anything to say?” he asked hoping that Holly would want them on the other side of the country in the next half an hour.

Holly shook her head. “No, cos you kinda look cute in green.”

Comments

Donna B said…
LOL - oh no, put that elf suit away - I ain't wearing one!

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