Spicks and Specks- Secret Santa

Chapter 7

~~Hamish's POV~~

G'day, mates! Remember me? I'm Hamish Blake.

Kate Ceberano and I were wearing lawyer suits in the old man's cabin.

He came in holding three containers of cookies.

"Hey! What are you doing in here?!" the old man yelled.

"I'm just here to tell you I've been very good. Like yesterday I ate half a carrot cake. So I'm making strides on the vegetable thing" I said.

"I don't care!" said the old man.

"And I haven't farted on Murray's pillow in weeks! Okay, days" I said.

The old man didn't answer.

"So I did it yesterday. But only because he wouldn't let me finish the carrot cake" I said.

"Listen, you. You have problems" said the old man.

"Okay, my turn. All my life, I've been overlooked on the present front. I'm sure it was some clerical error and I see no reason to get lawyers involved" said Kate.

"Both of you quit your babbling and march your butts off of my property!" the old man shouted.

"Come on. You can drop the act. We're big fans, Santa" I said.

"What did you call me?" said the old man.

"Sorry. Mr Claus" said Kate.

"What? I'm not Santa Claus. I'm just an old man whose patience is wearing thin!" said the old man.

"So much for being jolly" said Kate.

"He must be crashing after all those cookies" I said.