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Sam ruffled his hair. “I was only playing, brother, although it would have made me feel better about this get-up.”
Clark laughed as Sam danced a jig in the pointy bell shoes. “How did she get you to wear it?”
“Mentioned I’d been staying in their foreman house rent-free.”
“Well, you look adorable.”
“Fuck you. Did she con you into riding on the float or are you just here for shits and giggles?”
“I’m going to fill in for Nick as Santa Claus.”
“I should have been Santa! I’m older. Wanna trade?”
Clark slapped Sam on the back. “Not a chance. I’ll see you out there, though.”
Sam muttered a few colorful names as he stomped away and Clark grinned, enjoying his older brother’s discomfort. It said a lot about the Winters family that Victoria could get Sam to potentially embarrass himself after some prodding. While his brother would always be the real rebel, maybe Sam had found a little of what Clark discovered being here. A place to belong.
Clark walked in to Merry adjusting a white wig with a perfectly circular bun on her head. She turned away to look at him, spectacles perched on her pert nose.
“Is that you, Santa Claus?”
Clark burst out laughing. “What are you wearing?”
“You don’t like my dress?” The red number was trimmed on the collar and sleeves with white lace, with a black buckle belt secured below an enormous chest, and ample hips.
“I mean…your boobs are a little bigger than I remember them.”
She picked a garment bag off the desk and handed it to him, rising up to give him a kiss. “You wanna feel ’em?”
“Is it weird if I say yes?”
“No, they crinkle.” She put her hands over her chest and squeezed, creating a crackling sound. “Mom bought this bra years ago that was a G cup or something, sewed it to a girdle and created pockets filled with newspaper. She puts more in every year to keep it fluffy.”
“Not gonna lie, that’s a little hot.”
“None of that, or Mom will come looking for us.” Merry hopped up onto the desk, watching him change. Clark unzipped his jacket and tossed it over the desk next to her, followed by his shirt, holding her gaze. “So, no peeking under Mrs. Claus’s skirts?”
“Absolutely not. We can’t be late for our big debut.”
“You’ve never ridden in the parade before?” Clark kicked off his boots and went for the buckle of his belt.
“I have, but as an elf. My mom used to be Mrs. Claus, but when she got her new glasses prescription, the motion makes her sick.” When he dropped his jeans, she made an appreciative sound in the back of her throat. “I like what you’re wearing right now. Maybe you could get away with just the beard.”
“I’d freeze off everything you like and then some.” He opened up the garment bag and pulled out the Santa jacket. “Wow, it’s Sherpa lined.”
“So is my dress. It’s like wearing a cozy blanket.” Clark buckled the jacket into place and Merry booed him.
“Stop making all that noise or your mother is going to come in here to see what we’re doing.”
“Which is nothing. I’m just enjoying the view.”
Clark secured the pants and put his boots back on. “Should we get going?”
“You gotta have the hat and beard on from the time you leave until you get back here in case there are kids around.”
“Got it.” Clark secured the hat and fastened the beard in place. He turned to the mirror and struck a pose. “This is me.”
“Will you come on?” Merry giggled, taking his hand. They walked out the door and across the parking lot to the float. When Victoria saw them, she clapped her hands.
