Allie Calvin is the oldest and only daughter of Scott Calvin. She was 15 when her father puts on the suit. Allie Calvin is nothing like her brother. She doesn't believe in Santa, she doesn't believe in magic, and she doesn't believe in elves. Allie...
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"Well, I think he's learning at an excellent rate."
"Oh, really?" Bernard demanded. "This morning he ate a bowl of waxed fruit."
Allie rubbed her face. She had been spending way too much time with Curtis and Bernard. Her head was beginning to hurt.
"Wait a minute," the fake Santa called. "I need the naughty and nice list."
"No." Bernard denied.
"Oh, yes, yes." Santa mocked. "It says I'm supposed to check it twice."
With his nose turned up at the toy, Bernard spoke with almost a sneer. "Santa already checked it."
"No, I didn't."
"The real Santa."
The toy smiled wildly, throwing his head back. "I am the real Santa!"
Bernard and Allie shared a wide eyed look. Bernard turned back to the toy, and asked, "Sorry?"
"I'm in charge here."
"What?"
"I'm supposed to check the list twice. That's the rules. I like the rules. I think you're aware how I feel about that."
With a sharp shake of his head, Bernard said, "I think you're misunderstanding something."
"No, no, I'm the rule maker. I like the rules. Santa likes rules. I thought I explained this to you."
Another wide eyed look was shared between Allie and Bernard. Before a fight between the three could happen, Curtis was quick to yell over them. "I've got an idea. How about we have some fun?"
"Huh?"
Smiling the best he could while trying not to lose his cool, Bernard said, "Right. Santa, look over there. See those elves? Go ahead. Go play some tinsel football."
The fake turned, looking as confused as he could with his plastic face. "What's the object of this tinsel football?"
Curtis gestured for him to bend down. The toy did so, and Curtis then turned his head to face the game. "If you don't have the ball, get it. If you have the ball, run to the endzone." The brown haired elf turned to the toy, nodding with a bright smile. The fake nodded back, looking just as happy.
He stood back up, handing Curtis the book. "Okay. I'll go get the football."
The fake quickly made his way over, and with a sick feeling in her gut, Allie covered her face, watching through her fingers. The toy body slammed the first elf, and it only got worse from there. After he stiff armed the fourth elf, Allie couldn't help but turn away, hiding her face in Bernard's sweater, missing the way the boys face heated up.
"Come here! Stop! Slow down when I'm talking to you!"
Allie hesitantly peaked out, seeing Santa chasing down one of the elves. She covered her mouth as the toy lunged, missing the elf by a long shot.
