'Hurry up Joe! It's 10:15, your fifteen minutes late!' Claire screamed from
outside the dressing room with a hint of a New York Accent. Claire was Santa's helper at
the mall.
'I'm coming!' Joe yelled back. 'Stupid kids, I hate kids.' Joe mumbled to himself
while getting himself dressed.
Joe was the Santa at the local mall. Since Joe had just been released from the
mental institution for insanity, the cost of the institution wiped him out of money so he
needed the job badly. When the job was offered to him he had to take it.
Joe was a scrawny man. Not your usual Santa Clause. He…
