Where is the Christmas Woman?

Sean was muttering angrily under his breath, ducking deep inside his coat as it was horribly cold. Nobody seemed to mention though in the crowded shopping mall. It was a week before X-mas and everyone wanted to get presents still of course, just as he was actually after. He always made it the last week before X-mas, because he hated it.This year, eventually, he felt even less for it than usual. All his mates had a girfriend to celebrate X-mas with, including J, who was becoming annoyingly affectionate with her. In his thoughts he even called him Scott2. �HEY!� he suddenly heard behind him.�Sean? Is that you?�
Sean turned around surprised.�Emmy?�
The small girl smiled. She had the dark looks of someone not raised in dreary England.�Yes, it�s me. My it has been some time, hasn�t it?� Sean nodded. He hadn�t seen Emmy for over a year. �So, what are you doing right now?�he asked. �You probably pretty much know what I do.Wait a sec, an we discuss that over a cup of tea?I�m freezing.�
Barely 5ive minutes late they sat in a pub enjoying some tea. Emmy told Sean what became of her after highschool, where their ways had eventually parted three years ago. She�d been to her homeland Marocco, to family, but their different ways of thinking made her leave. �Now I teach children on primary school.And you�ve become a popstar huh?Who would�ve guessed.�
Sean nodded laughing.�There ARE more people telling me that� he remarked. �Anyway you�re still as feministic as ever, I believe huh?�
As usual, Emmy wounded up about that. �Man, it�s always the same!I mean, why has there to be a Santa, but not a christmas woman? Even the little boys in my class say a woman couldn�t manage Santa�s work, and therefore he�s a man. Would you believe that?!It�s so silly. Oh by the way, could you do something for me please?I need someone to play Santa at my school. Would you do that? For me?�She asked in a sweet voice.�Well, I dunno�started Sean carefully.�It�s not that I�ve got anything better to do, but��
�Good!�she exclaimed, before he could finish.�Thanks so much babe.I love you!Here, a book about ordering Santa�s clothes. And my number.I will be expecting you next week, Sean.�She leaned over and gave him a friendly peck in the cheek. A bit dazzled Sean stayed behind, her lovely exotic scent still coming up his nose.

At home, he could slam himself for getting talked into this. As he flipped through the magazine he realised he�d never could recover if his mates find out about it. Then he suddenly got a marvellous idea. �If you want a chistmas woman, you shall have her, Emmy�he mumbled, and picked up the phone.
�What?!You�re kidding!How do you mean it doesn�t fit?�
�Just as I said, Emmy.I�m afraid I ordered the wrong size.�
�Well what do I do now?�
Sean grinned evilly.�There�s nothing to do than be the Santa yourself honey.Than you�ll have a female one after all.�
�You bloody��

Sean poured some milk into his coffee and smiled to himself. He had managed to persuade Emmy to play Santa herself, finally giving in to come to her school. Hearing some noises in the hall, he got up to see what happened. �Santa� was trying to leave the class, but the children wouldn�t let �him�, clinging at �his� trousers.Sean, seeing this, started to laugh at Emmy, and the other teachers finally got the destracted children back in class. Emmy looked darkly at Sean, who couldn�t help giggling at her weird appearance. She started running over to him at the other side of the hall. Sean wanted to run, but couldn�t, tears almost streaming down his face with laughter. She posted in front of him, stating:�You think this is funny, don�t you?�
�I�m sorry, Em.�he still half-giggled.�But it IS funny. You should see yourself.�
She didn�t answer, but kept on staring intensively to his face. Sean stopped laughing, and leaned in a bit too. He put his hand to her cheek, and tipped her head up to kiss her. Totally lost in the snog, they didn�t hear the bell, and all the kids gathering in the hall-nor the teachers trying to explain why Santa was kissing a boy�

THE END!