Allison Symes
Mocha
‘Can Jim do this? He stares into space.’
‘Have you shown him what to do?’
‘A million times, boss.’
‘Really? You know my powers mean I detect exaggerations a mile off?’
The elf bowed. ‘Sorry, Santa, but we’re rushed off our feet, we need workers but if Jim can’t…’
‘Perhaps he’s scared. You remember your first Christmas here?’
The elf blushed. ‘Breaking the tree baubles was an accident, sir.’
‘Quite. He didn’t mean to knock that wretched tree over. We must move it. See to it, then send Jim to me. It’s time for an encouraging word. You improved no end after you had yours!’
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