Santa x Me Chapter 2

Author: chad thundercock

my first chapter has not recieved much love but as Shakespeare once said
Never give up nah nah nah I won’t give up let me love you

Chapter 2- The Coolest Date
I was so thrilled for our first date. I knew I had to wear something that would show off the fullest grace in me. I had chose to wear long, white pale tights, a scarlet red dress and my velvet, black shawl. Then I put on my wine red, leather heels on and painted my nails milk-white and ruby red. Oh right! I have to make sure to bring the needed tools for our date.

—————————————————- (Santa’s POV)

She was so dreamy, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I can’t wait for our date at the ice skating rink. To show off my male physique, I wore the tightest, whitest button up shirt I owned to make an emphasis on how big my biceps are. To go along, I wore black pants and a sepia colored belt. I then sprayed scented, fresh axe spray all over my body in order to smell delectable. Time to head out the door!!

—————————————————- (My POV)

After walking the whole way to the ice skating rink to ensure my legs would stay in their slim form, I was more to say disappointed. Where is Santa Claus? Did he stand me up? Everything around me became a smudge, a blur. I could feel my cheeks swell with anger. Suddenly, I hear someone calling out to me.

“Hey! Wow…. you look… angelic. An angel which had dropped down to Earth, an angel which is the embodiment of the star, love, beauty… you are gorgeous…” Santa expressed, amazed by the view he had just been presented with.

“Thanks my fluffy baby bear!!” I cheerfully said and so we went on the ice.

I’m naturally talented at every task I do, so I was able to skate with ease. I delicately floated through the frost. I was like a butterfly using its wings on a flowery spring afternoon. I could tell Santa was astonished. His eyes looked like a puppy admiring his owners’ every move. We skated and laughter filled our eyes with tears of joy. I couldn’t help but to look into his eyes. His eyes were like glacé blueberries, the type which had the balance of sweet and sour. I had begun feeling as if I was being pulled and I had realized Santa and I were sharing a kiss.