Chris POV (Santa)
I grab my list and begin to look it over. I smile when I notice a lot of names that were on the naughty list last year have made it to the nice list this year. I'm halfway done checking the names when Anya appears in front of my desk, startling me. "Mrs. Claus, are you trying to give me a heart attack a week before the most important night of the year?" She rolls her eyes and rounds the desk. As soon as she is close enough, I give her a tap on her a** before I pull her onto my lap.
"As if the most magical Christmas being could have a heart attack. You are as fit as a fiddle and will be around for hundreds more years," she says, and I nip her ear. "How was Clarice? Did you get a chance to reassure her that Nick wasn't in any trouble?" Anya smirks before she finally answ
