The door to Mr. Claus’s hotel-like cell opened and Cailleach entered with Skye and Ailsa. One of them was holding a camera and Mr. Claus knew something was up.
“Take off your track suit, honey,” said Cailleach.
“Pardon me?”
“Track suit- off!” said Cailleach firmly.
“Normally I could be up for that but this seems contrived,” said Mr. Claus.
“Romance is dead as they say. And besides this is all about being naughty. Ladies it’s time to do your thing,” said Cailleach.
Skye handed the camera to Cailleach and both her and Ailsa slipped out of their brown suede outfits.
“Your turn Mr. Claus,” said Cailleach.
“You want some help?” asked Skye with a cheeky smile on her face.
“Alright, alright. But for the record I am not doing this of my own free volition,” said Mr. Claus.
“Just what do you think is going to happen?” asked Cailleach.
“I am not sure but just a word of warning- I may need Santa’s little helper,” said Mr. Claus.
“Skye and Ailsa aren’t going to do it for you?”
“No, it’s not that. I need a wee pill,” said Mr. Claus.
“Trust me you won’t with them. And if you are struggling I can help with one tap of my hammer. If it can make mountains in Scotland I am sure it can help one older man get the juices flowing,” said Cailleach.
Santa stepped out of his clothes and Cailleach handed him an elegant Santa hat with a colorful Fair Isle knitted band instead of white fur. He put on the hat and Skye and Ailsa stepped over toward him.
Ailsa giggled and said, “Oh Santa it looks like I’ve been a good girl this year.”
Skye pushed him down on the bed and said, “Oh my goodness. Very good girl indeed.”
