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darnedchildSummary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 25 - prompt "Santa is real"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Milk and Cookies
25. Prompt – Santa is real
Fandom – Cabin Pressure
Ship – Gen, Carolyn & Douglas
Title – Milk and Cookies
“You can’t make me do this.” Douglas firmly put down his black patent leather boot, causing his artificially expanded belly to jiggle (like a bowlful of jelly).
“Oh, but I can,” Carolyn taunted with a hint of an evil giggle. “I’ve plenty of witnesses to your hubris. You made that bet, and you lost.” She held up her mobile. “Now smile for the camera, Santa.”
He glared from under his white bushy eyebrows.
She finished taking a few pictures, then nodded toward the door behind him. “The children are waiting for their presents. And if you’re a very jolly old elf, I’m sure they’ll offer you lots of milk and cookies.”
Just inside the other room, the kids from the Fitton Children’s Home were gathered around a brightly lit tree.
There were a several awestruck gasps when Douglas Ho-Ho-Ho’d his way through the door (one of the loudest from Arthur, even though he’d been warned well in advance of who would be under the fluffy beard and red suit).
Douglas was reminded of the awe on his daughter’s face the first time she was old enough to really remember sitting on Santa’s lap and his heart softened just a bit.
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Milk and Cookies
25. Prompt – Santa is real
Fandom – Cabin Pressure
Ship – Gen, Carolyn & Douglas
Title – Milk and Cookies
“You can’t make me do this.” Douglas firmly put down his black patent leather boot, causing his artificially expanded belly to jiggle (like a bowlful of jelly).
“Oh, but I can,” Carolyn taunted with a hint of an evil giggle. “I’ve plenty of witnesses to your hubris. You made that bet, and you lost.” She held up her mobile. “Now smile for the camera, Santa.”
He glared from under his white bushy eyebrows.
She finished taking a few pictures, then nodded toward the door behind him. “The children are waiting for their presents. And if you’re a very jolly old elf, I’m sure they’ll offer you lots of milk and cookies.”
Just inside the other room, the kids from the Fitton Children’s Home were gathered around a brightly lit tree.
There were a several awestruck gasps when Douglas Ho-Ho-Ho’d his way through the door (one of the loudest from Arthur, even though he’d been warned well in advance of who would be under the fluffy beard and red suit).
Douglas was reminded of the awe on his daughter’s face the first time she was old enough to really remember sitting on Santa’s lap and his heart softened just a bit.