The view over the Alaskan lake from the snow-covered gazebo was amazing, but not as amazing as the little fellow sitting a few feet from Hal.
“I never figured you took breaks,” said Hal.
“I take lots of ’em,” said Santa.
“Like this?” said Hal, pouring more brandy in the jolly old elf’s hot chocolate.
“Pause for the Claus.” He took a long pull. “Besides even grownups need to believe.”
Hal gave Santa a skosh more chocolate, the rest, strong brandy. “I believe. Didn’t expect you wanted brandy.”
“I do it for the kids.” Santa winked. “They expect rosy cheeks.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/12/18/20-december-2019/