What age did your parents give you the talk?
You know THE talk? About Santa not being real?
It seems easy right?
But what if I told you, Santa existed?
And what if I told you he was a young, hot and unapologetically prideful man.
Well, come on in...
We walked upstairs to his office on the second floor of the factory. It was a nice environment. Surprisingly, it looked like nothing like I expected.
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Warm colors or dark brown and mahogany filled the cozy atmosphere. It was an office full of books and papers, with large intricate posters of North Pole hanging on each wall.
It was a comfy yet sophisticated office.
He lead me past a few black couches and a sleek looking fire place before climbing up another pair of stairs to a quieter part of the office in the rear.
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I was surprised how modern the space looked. There were small elements of Christmas spread throughout the space but it was still a modest place.
I got excited seeing a few candy canes in a sleek glass cup at the corner of his desk and took a few canes from the cup, stuffing a few of them in my bag. A few more reappeared and I giggled, snatching 7 more. I guess magic was everywhere on the pole.
Nick found his way to his computer and focused on the screen as I took 8 more. He let out a sigh, pushing a hand to the corner of his lips before typing away.
I unwrapped one end of the cane and paced around his office, looking at the small nicknacks and globes that decorated the room. It was a cozy office and a warm fire was lit, spreading warmth across the room. There were pictures of Nick and Drew smiling and grinning from ear to ear with their parents and another picture of Nick when he was smaller. He was frowning of course.
"Awww you used to be so cute" I say pushing my lips into a sarcastic pout. I suck kn the end of the day he candy and smile proudly. He looked over at me and shook his head before rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to his computer.
"So you really don't care you're in the naughty list huh?" he teased, still typing away. I scoffed and pushed the frame back to the shelf.
"Not really. Some bad girls still get their Christmas wish.Remember?" I reminded him. Nick allowed a lazy smile to part his lips but still focused on his typing. We had a playful banter that we both partook in, so I knew he was only teasing me.
