The Green Santa Suit

“Why don’t you ever wear the green suit anymore?” asked Mrs. Claus, putting her hand on Santa’s chest. “I love the way you look in the green,” she said in a voice that meant she wanted to be on the naughty list.

“It’s a tradition now. Think of the children,” Santa replied, stroking his white beard in a way that he hoped made him look thoughtful.

“It’s all that Coca-Cola’s fault. Ever since they did all that advertising with you in red, that’s all people think about. Red, red, red. What about white? That’s a nice Christmas-y color.”

Santa sighed, “No dear, It has to be red. Someone might stab me or something if they didn’t see the red.”

“But the elves wear the green!” Mrs. Claus pointed out.

“That’s right, elves! Not Santa. People expect it.”

“I just miss it. Couldn’t you put on the green just for me?”

Santa looked her in the eyes. She had a twinkle in her eye that made it hard to ignore her request. But he couldn’t do it.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” said Santa with a sad voice.

“But why?!”

“I just…” Santa hesitated. “I…running this place isn’t cheap, you know. Giving away all these presents? It’s not a good business model, dear. I had to do something or Christmas would have been ruined. It’s Coca-Cola okay? I signed a contract. I have to wear red. It’s part of the deal! And if I drink a Pepsi?!”

Santa made a throat-slitting gesture.

Short Story: A Breath of Romance

They sat across the room from each other, neither saying a word.

But she kept waving. Beckoning him closer.

He knew the danger. He’d been warned of her reputation. But he couldn’t stay away.

She was so slim and tall. And the way she moved her body was hypnotic.

He sat down next to her, but she played it cool. She always played it cool.

She looked around the room, anywhere but at him. So he turned away too.

That’s when she blew in his ear.

Her voice was a whisper that touched his soul. Her words a low murmur, too quiet to make out.

He inched closer.


She blew into his ear once more.

Then she bit it in a moment of pure ecstasy.

The two EMT’s looked at each other as they slammed the ambulance door.

“Can’t believe the guy just shoved his ear straight into an oscillating fan.”

Short Story: The Librarian

This story is inspired by this week’s Three Line Tales prompt.

“Shhhhh!” the librarian shushed the children, pointing at the ‘quiet, please’ sign.

People always broke the rules and it made it so hard to focus.

He looked back to his computer and hit play on the porn.