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Anger & denial give way to inner truth.

"Did you say your name was Jack Sprat?" Claire let out an audible chuckle and a smile appeared across her lips.

"Yes, I did, Claire. I always like to say my name that way to find out if people are really listening to what I'm saying or just shaking my hand out of habit."

"I'm a very good listener, Jack Sprat." She smirked and could feel her face blush and hoped that he hadn't noticed.

"My real name is John Spratewicz, but my friends actually do call me Jack Sprat. You can see by my shape, I really do eat fat, and drink a few beers, too." He moved his hand in a circular motion around his mid section and had an unusual laugh that she found very intriguing.

"What type of work did you do before you ended up in this place, Jack?" She headed back to the circle of chairs and he followed her to take the chair next to hers.

"I'm a jeweler, Claire. I worked for the Riverbend Baubles & Beads on Main Street. It closed up right after Valentine's Day this year and the owner retired to Arizona. I've got a few more years before I can actually retire, but I don't think I'll ever get a job as a jeweler, again. I came down here because someone told me the management from the mall was hiring for their stores. I was kind of hoping there would be an opening in the jewelry store over there."

"That explains why you were admiring my ring," her eyes glanced down to her right hand.

Claire felt she had to explain the ring a little further to Jack, "My husband died in a car crash coming home from work. The cops said he had hit a patch of ice on the road, bounced off a tree before the car rolled over and over and into the river. They said he was dead before he even hit the river because he didn't have any water in his lungs. I find peace in knowing that he didn't suffer."

"I'm sorry for your loss, Claire. How long ago was it?"

"Five years, now. Thank you for your kind words. I still miss him," she said with a forlorn look on her face.

Jack and Claire were so busy introducing themselves to each other; they hadn't noticed the line of people that had gathered in front of the table of mall managers taking applications. By the time they realized what was going on in the room, they were the last ones in line. Slowly, they worked their way up to the table.

"We have just the right job for both of you; Santa and Mrs. Claus. You two would be perfect! Please say you'll do it. You can come into the mall tomorrow for a costume fitting and start the day after Thanksgiving. You'll even have Christmas Eve off," the pimpled faced, twenty something year old mall manager begged, ending with his own little version of, "ho, ho, ho."

Claire took a step backward to look at Jack from head to toe.

"You do look like Santa. Your hair is already the right color; you just need to grow a beard before then. Are your whiskers, white, too? You have that round belly already, too," with that said, they both started to laugh.

"We'll do it," they looked at each other and turned to their new boss to say it in unison. And, why not; they needed the income and it sounded like it could be a lot of fun. They shrugged their shoulders and gave each other a giant high five.

The day after Thanksgiving, Claire and Jack were at their post ready and eager to listen to each and every little kid that lined up to see them. It was Claire's, I mean, Mrs. Santa's, job to pass out the candy canes and introduce each kid to Santa. Jack made a wonderful Santa Claus. He never rushed the children through the line and seemed genuinely interested in all of their wishes. He let them take as long as they needed to get through their lists. Some cried and he was so gentle and consoling with each one. There were so many precious moments to watch him "work."

For almost an entire month, Claire and Jack were together for twelve hours a day.

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