Throughout the rest of his shift, he tried to talk himself out of it. The girl really was too old for Santa. What would her parents say? Her father in particular…if word got around the garage that Vic had used the suit to play Santa on his own, how would Morrison react? What would the other guys say? The whole thing was stupid really. He should just turn the suit back in and go home.
Only he’d already made up his mind, whether he knew it or not. After work he clocked out and headed for his car, but instead of taking the Santa suit back in to his boss, Vic sank behind the wheel and started his engine. It wasn’t too late—a little after eight in the evening, plenty of time to swing by a department store for a few gifts. Something with horses on it, that’s what her brother had said. And maybe
