Time to love P3

Joe‘s thoughts tumbled back to the present as he struggled to explain the situation to Jenny.
“Why don’t we unwrap your Christmas gifts and discuss the mommy factor later?” he suggested with a smile.
“Well, it depends.”
“Yes?”
“It depends on if there is a mommy wrapped up in one of my boxes,” Jenny eased out, delivering an innocent blink in the process.
Skyler Anderson adjusted the elf suit, glad that the Seavers’ residence was the last on her list. Although it would be nice to have an early end to her Christmas work day, there wasn’t much awaiting her at home. Just a nice cup of hot cocoa topped with marshmallows, she silently contemplated. Perhaps a good romance book to accompany the cocoa, she added to her thoughts.
It wasn’t so bad being single - and she knew it was her destiny. She hadn’t been the prettiest apple in the basket - probably one reason why she had ended up in one foster home after another until she was eighteen. Tall and lanky with a nose that tilted a notch too much, Skyler had never felt pretty - much less, beautiful. Had never had a date. Probably never would have either. Nope, being single was her destiny.
At least she had a good group of close friends. Unfortunately, all were involved in holiday activities as was the case for most Christmases. No, it would not be the first that she’d spend by herself - nor the last. And after the busy Christmas Eve she’d had at work, a little r & r would be appreciated, she went on to acknowledge, trying to be positive about the situation. But the fact was, no one wanted to be alone during the holidays.
Her attention flew back to the task at hand. For the past seven years she had worked for “Making Your Dreams Come True” delivering gifts of great joy to doorsteps across the big city. Although the pay was poor, the tips she received more than made up the difference. And she adored the elf suit get-up during the Christmas holiday season that she was required to wear. Then again, she wasn't looking forward to her Baby New Year's outfit...

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