I've Been an Awful Good Girl

PREVIOUSLY: “So….what does this have to do with me?” I inquired.
“Nicki, Dad wants to retire.” Mom’s voice shook a little.
“So?”
“You are the only daughter a Santa Claus has ever had. Until now, the new Santa has just been the son. But now….”
“What?” I demanded, still clueless.
“Nickole, you have to find a husband. A mortal husband. Nickole, you have to find and marry the next Santa Claus."