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- One Wrapper
- One Courier
- One Deliverer
The female elves will be the deliverers. The other three roles can be filled by any male elf.
I require precision in all aspects of these deliveries. If your assembly or wrapping are not up to my standards, those deliveries will not count. Likewise, a delivery will not count if you get caught…unless you make the target think they’re having a sexy dream.
One lucky member of the winning team will get a special treat, so don’t dilly dally.
Merry Christmas,
Santa Claus
“Seems simple enough,” said Tommy. “Any objections to me being the assembler? I’m pretty quick at building stuff.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said. That was exactly what he was supposed to do. The Chadwicks’ had built their entire empire on their ability to put buildings up at record speeds. And Tommy was the brains of their construction business. Daddy always complained that Tommy Rapide could work three times as fast as our best man.
Ghostie grunted in approval too.
I turned to the banana king. “You look like you’d be good at wrapping.”
“Does he?” asked Tommy. “His hands are massive.”
True.But the Locatellis were known for their fine Italian finishes. And when I broke into his office I’d seen that painting of me that he’d done. Not to mention the model town he’d built. And I’d never forget what it felt like to have his hands all over me. If there was one thing I was sure of with the banana king, it was that he was good with his hands.
“I’ll wrap,” said the banana king. His tone left no room for argument.
“And I’ll take the presents from the wrapping station to our sexy elf for final delivery,” said Ghostie. “I guess that’s what the courier does?”
“I think so,” I said. “Now let’s see what else is in the box.” I dug into the tissue paper and found four more presents wrapped in red paper, each labeled with one of the four roles.
Tommy the assembler got a schematic for how to make a wooden toy gun.
The banana king the wrapper got a diagram of a perfectly wrapped present.
Ghostie the courier got a map of the hotel, with some rooms circled in red.
And I got a Royal Spielzeughersteller Hotel key card. In the spot you’d usually write a room number, it just had an infinity sign.
Phew.I’d really hoped that Ghostie and Teddybear would get me a keycard instead of making me go down chimneys and climb between balconies. After my near-death slip while getting to the hot tub earlier, I’d had quite enough balcony climbing for one evening.
“Anything else in there?” I asked as I pocketed the keycard.
Ghostie dug further into the red tissue paper and pulled out four smart watches. The digital displays all showed 28 for a second, and then 27. And then 26.
We each put one on and watched them tick down to 0. When they got to three, the countdown switched to words:
ON YOUR MARK. Our watches dinged, like a cute little Christmas bell.
GET SET. Our watches played a slightly louder bell.
GO! Those were the loudest bells yet. Almost deafening, really.
HoHoHo - Chapter 11 – Special Delivery
Christmas Eve, 2013
