The Santa Clause Act

❝ Wait," I say, backing away. "Let me get this straight- you're Santa Clause?"

I stare at the boy no more than a couple years older than me. He had to be kidding.

He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on the tree. "Well when you put it that way, I suppose."

The candy cane i am sucking on falls from my lips, clattering to the floor. "B-But where's the beard, the overflowing fat and the HO HO HO?"

He snorts, a charming smile on his lips as he tugs on the end of my Santa hat. "Sweetheart, it's all just the Santa Clause Act.❞

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p.s. The current cover was made by Isasecret

Ranking: short story #9/ Teen Fiction: #56