Uneasy Lies the Cap...Cont'd
a few years ago in Hong Kong who said it was actually high blood pressure, and that I should 'cut down on the Hollandaise sauce and get plenty of exercise'. It's been a tough row to hoe, but at least I'm outta' that rut I used to be in."
"You're new, aren't you?"
asked Santa, guiding me by shoulder and nod. "What happened to Holly? She
was one of our best Santas."
"I don't understand..."
my voice trailing into realization "This note...Holly Hogan was a tenant in
our building for some time before retiring on Homeward Ave - she was
"No...she was Santa Hogan. I'm
Santa Claus. Who the devil are you?"
I conveyed to a now-questionable
Santa the story of the magazine, our cleanup, the note, the car's breakdown and
my arrival at Santa's workshop.
"Some coincidence..." he
"Indeed..." I reflected.
"Well then, what can I do for
you, John?" he asked. But as I was readying to answer, I realized I'd not
mentioned my name.
"How did...?" I started,
quitting before embarrassing both of us, "...my car won't turn over - would
you have any jumper cables, Santa?" I arrived, completing my sentence as if
We shared laughter in unequal
proportions. "You get letters from adults?", I skunk-eyed
Santa, now questioning his authenticity.
"More letters from adults than children, son" said Santa, using forefinger as pointing stick. "A child simply wants objects, but the adults - well,