Chapter 2: Chapter 2

“I took it with me,” he replies. “I can play it in here just as easily as I can play it in my own room. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight anyway. Santa’s here! Come see!”

With a groan, I let him pull me out of bed. “Just a quick look, but if it isn’t Santa at all and I’m right, then you have to be my slave for the whole day.”

“On Christmas?” Alex moans.

I can hear the disappointment in his voice. “The day after,” I concede. “But all day long.”

“And what if it really isSanta?” he asks. “What do I get from you if I’m right?”

“Respect,” I tell him, shrugging my long hair over my shoulder.

“Is that all?” he grouses.

“All day long,” I add. “Isn’t that enough?”

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I’ve known the truth about Santa Claus since I was ten.