When the day before Christmas Eve arrived, everyone congregated in the large room in SOB. “Bone-tired” didn’t even begin to describe their exhaustion. It was almost midnight and a hint of tension hung in the air. Not that everyone didn’t get along. Actually, Jules had been surprised how easily everyone had become a team, nobody playing the drama queen or king and wasting anyone’s time. No, the tension was all about the next day. They’d worked their asses off and Santa would be stopping by to inspect their operation and take all the toys with him if he approved.
“Okay, guys. I know we’re all tired. This will just take a minute,” Felix announced, his voice filling the room. He offered a tired smile. “First of all, I want to thank everyone. You’ve worked without complaint and gone above and
