Christmas Pontiac (Part 2)

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As I escorted the old gentleman into my home, I noticed he favored his right side.  “Is your leg hurting?” I asked.

“My leg? Oh, the limp.  I’ve had it for so long, I don’t think about it anymore.”  He stepped into our foyer and glanced around.  “You have a very nice home.”  I wondered if he meant it or if he was just being polite.  It amused me that it mattered what the vagrant thought of my home.

“Thank you.  Would you like to take your coat off?”

“No, I shall be fine.”  His voice seemed nervous at the suggestion of removing his coat, so I simply moved forward to the kitchen.

“Is that you, P.J.?” asked my wife as she entered the room.  She looked at the tattered Santa Claus and almost dropped her basket of laundry.  “Hello.”  An awkward pause followed.  “Do you have a name or should I just call you Santa?”

“Santa will do nicely,” he replied, smiling.

“O-OK,” she shot me the same glance she gave me whenever I let an insurance salesman in the house, which I considered a good sign.  It meant she thought I was crazy, but was not alarmed by him.

“Coffee,” I said abruptly.

“Coffee?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Yes, we’re going to make some coffee.”

“I thought you were going to the office.”

“Yes, after we have some coffee.”  Fortunately I am self-employed, so I set my own hours.  My wife took the laundry down to the basement as I prepared our drinks.  I could sense her head shaking with every step.  Reaching into the cabinet, I pulled out the can of Folger’s and a filter.

“We don’t have fancy coffee.  I hope this will do.”  Santa grinned at me.

“That will do nicely.”  I quickly set up the coffee to drip and asked Santa to have a seat.

“So what brings you to our town?”  Santa studied me for a moment.  I was not sure if he trusted me, yet, but he flickered his eyebrows as if to say “oh well” and began to tell me his story.

“It was ten years ago this Christmas Eve when I was driving through here.  We were traveling to my wife’s parents’ house with our two teenage daughters, Alyssa and Shannon.  You may not recall, but there was an ice storm that day and the roads were quite treacherous.”  As soon as he said this I prepared myself for the news of a tragic accident.

“Oh dear,” I muttered.

“Something wrong?”

“No, no, please continue.”

“Anyway, we decided to stop at the local motel for the night, so they could clear the roads.”  I breathed a sigh of relief.  “As you well know, the motel here has been closed for twelve years, so there was no place to stay.  Unfortunately, the parking lot was so slick, I could not even get the car up the little hill to the road.  So, we were stuck at a deserted motel on Christmas Eve.  We had a quarter tank of gas, no food or water, nor a cell phone to call for help.”

“What did you do?”

“I decided to stay in the car with the family and periodically start the car to get some heat.  It was going to be a long night.  Then I noticed a light on in one of the rooms of the motel.  Someone was inside.”

(To Be Continued)

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5 responses to this post.

  1. your killing me here..lol

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  2. This is sooooo good, I can’t wait for the next installment, coming VERY soon, I hope!!

    Reply

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