Santa s Big Package
“Hey, Santa, how about letting me see your package?” I was stunned. This kind of thing never happened to me. There I was, at the office party dressed as Santa, and the sexiest woman on the floor was hitting on me in the supply room. It made no sense. I was the sweet, safe, innocuous nebbish, not the office Don Juan. I was twenty years her senior. I was the one they always called and ‘nice’ and ‘helpful.’ “How about I unwrap you and see what’s inside?” she said as she smiled at me. “Maybe...