"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas everyone!" The giant Santa cheered as the children followed closely behind, the sound of pitter patter following where ever he went. Every year, no matter if he was sick or how tired he felt after a long week of work, he dressed up as the town's Santa, ready to spread the holiday cheer and give the children something to look forward to. Following the tradition as it should be followed, Bryan, dressed in his Santa outfit, sat on a Christmas throne in front of the town's center's Christmas tree, Children lined up, anxious to take a picture with him and tell him what they wanted for Christmas.
However, that also meant Ms. Rivers wanting a moment with Santa. Her moment always turning into hogging his lap for a good ten minutes before Bryan needing to gently push her off his lap. It took some convincing, but after a reluctance promise to take her out on a lunch date (he'd bring either Elena or Nick along as his protective buffer), he finally convinced her to free up his lap. Yet the quick peck on her cheek that she offered didn't quell her dramatic exit, stomping away with a huff and a warning to keep his promise.
With a relieved sigh, Bryan slump back, mighty glad that for the moment no one else was waiting in line, giving him some time to stretch his limbs with a walk around the festival. Sniffing the air, he could smell Clary Lance’s famous apple tarts calling his name, grabbing one or three, he munched on them. Unaware that his white beard was covered in crumbles, Bryan moved around the festival, with a tart in one hand and the other free to wave at everyone. Suddenly a person caught his eye that he was sure he hadn’t wished a Happy Holiday to. “Ho, ho, ho! I haven’t wished you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. How are you liking the fair?” He asked, wondering if they have figured who was behind the beard and red polyester.
