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I walked toward the music stage just as I had over a week ago, spreading glitter from my pockets as I went. Yelling, “Ho ho ho.”
The crowd was larger this time. My pack of gifts was larger, too.
People cheered. Santa was popular, of course.
I gave my speech and the lineups began.
I recognized many of the members. Some I’d even done scenes with. Nothing recent. It was funny, and a bit disappointing, that none of them recognized me even by my voice. And proof for me that what I wanted—a more lasting relationship—was the best path for me now.
Leather guys, doms, subs, littles—they all wanted the lap. And photos. There were new guys plus repeats from last time. But no Kit.
I kept glancing around for him.
And finally, there he was. Next in line.
I quirked my finger at him. Slowly, he walked up the step and stood in front of me.
“There’s my good friend Kit.”
He smiled. He wore the same torn jeans but a different shirt, a light blue short -sleeved button up with a collar. He had no toys with him tonight.
“Hi, Santa.”
“It’s so good to see you again, Kit. I’ve been thinking about you, hoping I might see you again.”
“You have?”
“Definitely.” I patted my thigh. “Jump on up.”
Kit held out his arms and I helped him up. When he was settled, all tension from the past work week left my mind. It was as if Kit’s closeness and warmth, and the way he fit curved against me, was what my entire being had been waiting for.
“How have you been, sweetheart?”
“Thinking about you.”
“Well, it is that time of year.”
“You remembered my name,” he said. “Were you thinking of me, too?”
“Yes. In fact, I was hoping you’d show up tonight. I brought you a special present because last time you didn’t get one.”
“Really?”
I leaned down to my bag and brought out a stuffed dog. It was bigger, softer and floppier than the small freebies I was giving away.
Immediately, Kit hugged it to his chest. He beamed up at me. “Thank you, Santa. I love it. It’s so soft.” He rubbed his cheek against the fur. “Thank you for remembering.”
I lowered my voice. “I could never forget you, Kit.”
“I think you are the real Santa.”
“Did you ever doubt?”
“No. But?—”
“But what?”
He leaned in, whispering. “Who are you for real?”
