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Creative Story A all-fired ChristmasHurry up Joe Its 1015, your fifteen minutes late" Claire screamedfrom exterior the dressing room with a hint of a New York Accent. Claire wasSantas attendant at the mall.     "Im coming" Joe yelled okay. "Stupid shavers, I loathe kids." Joe mumbledto himself region getting himself dressed.     Joe was the Santa at the local mall. Since Joe had just been releasedfrom the mental institution for insanity, the make up of the institution wiped himout of money so he needed the prank badly. When the job was offered to him hehad to take it.     Joe was a scrawny man. Not your rough-cut Santa Clause. He had no rosycheeks or round belly, he didnt excite the hearty laugh nor real white hair. Hisribs poked out of his unclothe and his tin looked like an empty cave. His eyeswere pushed into his head way more than about people, the dark rings circling hismade his eyes l ook like they were expiry to pop out any second. The bones of hischeeks showed through his dry, pale skin making him look like a zombie.     "Lets go now" Claire screeched at the top of her lungs.     Claire meant this time. Quickly, Joe stumbled out of the dressing roomin a unhandy fashion. Looking like he had just chugged a couple of kegs,dragged his large Santa coat and pants with him hopping they wouldnt fall conquer and left the dressing room. Joe and Claire walked toward where Santas hutchwas while watching a crowd gather around it.     "Ya sleep together Claire," Joe said, "I really hate my job."     "Really," replied Claire in a sarcastic tone, "Who doesnt hate littlebrats crawling around on your lap."     Joe sat down in his special Santa chair and waited for the first childto come forward.     The fist kid was about five yrs. old. Joe thought he was disgusting.The child was wearing cuarteroy overalls with a white turtleneck underneath.The cuarteroys had crusty stains of peanut butter all down the front of his navyblue overalls. Making a revolting line of reasoning between colors. The turtleneckseemed to have lost its whiteness a commodious time ago. It was imbedded with redpasta sauce and olive chunks glued to the sauce. His await wasnt veryattractive either. On his left cheek a piece of spagetti attached to his skindangled and dried mucus flaked off his upper lip. Joe leaned back in remorsewishing this was all a long howling(a) dream.     The kid hopped on his lap and in a happy verbalise said,     "Hi Mr.