Chapter 6Greg
Santa’s home was on Main Street, in the very center of town, and the best looking home at the North Pole. Garlands of greenery hung along the tops of the picket white fence surrounding the cottage, with a huge wreath of fresh greenery hanging from the red door.
Greg used the brass knocker and stepped back to wait. He’d never officially met Santa, although they’d talked on the phone once before Greg had agreed to take the job. He was a bundle of nerves as he waited.
When the door opened, he found himself looking at a plump woman with snow-white hair and gold-rimmed glasses. He grinned, surprised to see how much she resembled the iconic displays across the globe. Funny how artists had gotten her appearance so well, even though they’d never really seen her.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Star
