TITLE: The Day Santa Wore Carhartts, Part 1: 1/10/15
By Rosey Mucklestone
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Mind being the Santa for a day?
I have family in town a day and can’t make it to work.
The costume is in my locker.
You’re the best,
Rob stared aghast at the note left for him.
Emma looked up from her desk and blinked at Rob with her dinner-plate eyes.
“Is anything wrong?” she asked, “I didn’t think you’d mind.” Rob mumbled something under his breath and stalked over to Harry’s locker. His nimble fingers slid the lock in place and the door practically burst open, smacking him in the nose. He groaned and leaned his head against the wall for a second, then, taking a deep breath he picked up the main piece of the costume.
“I hope today doesn’t turn out to be busy,” he muttered, holding the enormous Santa suit up to his lean frame.
“Oh, no!” said Emma brightly, “This looks like it’ll be the busiest day this week!”
“Great, Em. Thanks.” I’ve prepared myself to substitute for a lot of jobs, but I never thought I’d have to be a Santa.
While Harry was everything Santa Claus should be, Rob was almost the exact opposite. Harry was a rotund, jolly old fellow about 5ft 6in tall with a smile that lit up the whole room and a curly white beard framing his face. He had a great, booming laugh, loved kids and kids loved him. All other parts of the year, he worked at customer service.
Rob was over 6 feet tall, lean and serious. He had a loud hoot of a laugh, was a cart wrangler and he’d never had much of a way with kids.
Rob and Harry’s friendship was the perfect example of the phrase: “Opposites attract”. They found each other hilarious and got along wonderfully, even though they disagreed about almost everything.
“How’s it fitting?” asked Emma.
“Are you blind?” Rob pulled on the front of the shirt. It came up to about his belly button and hung in loose folds around his upper half. The pants evened things out a little bit. He was able to pull the waist up to meet with the shirt, but it was still enormous and the cuffs only came down to his shins.
Emma giggled and Rob frowned at her.
“Mind if I borrow some throw pillows?” He asked, walking over to the couch against the wall.
“I don’t think so,” said Emma. Rob nodded his thanks and began stuffing pillows into the extra fabric around his midsection. Just as he was finishing squeezing the giant black belt around the pillow stuffed outfit, the door opened.
“Hey, guys!” It was Grant: Rob’s fellow cart wrangler. Grant waved to Emma, then stopped in his tracks when he saw Rob.
“What the…? Rob, is that you?”
“Shut your pie-hole and give me a hand with this beard.” Grant nodded, his mouth still open, and came around Rob’s back.
Rob handed him the strings to tie behind his head and Grant knotted it tightly.
“So what’d you do to deserve this?” He asked, handing Rob the Santa hat. Rob pushed his black hair back over his head and pulled on the red velvet hat.
“Harry’s family is in town and I’m his choice of substitute Santa.” He spread his arms wide, “How do I look?”
“Horrible. Here are your boots.” Grant tossed him Harry’s Santa boots.
“Like those’ll fit,” laughed Rob, re-lacing his work boots, still leaving about an inch between his shoes and the cuffs of his pants.
“Since when does Santa wear Carhartts?”
“Today.” Rob pulled bits of white beard out of his mouth, “Wish me luck.
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