Mrs Santa Meets Her Match
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“Me?” Amy stared at Mr Wetherall. “I can’t be Santa. I’m a woman.”
“Once you’ve got the suit and the beard on,” said Mr Wetherall, “nobody will be able to tell.”
Amy couldn’t decide whether to take offence at that.
“Can’t you do it?”
Mr Wetherall laughed.
“Now, please, Amy, don’t be silly. There’s no one else available.”
“What about Alan?” she persisted. “Or Colin?” Anyone! “Reg in Cookware already has a grey beard.”
Cookware was on the third floor of Cobham’s department store. Santa’s Grotto was on the ground floor.