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I’ve had to tweak my story to fit in with the 200 word limit. Hope it doesn’t lose the humorous gist!
He wanted to be there when the guy in the red suit turned up.
He needed a job.
The mince pie, cookies and glass of sherry were in place.
A loud belch echoed down the chimney.
Next thing, the Big Guy was in the room reaching for his snack.
‘Ahem! Excuse me!!’ said the Elf before he could stop himself. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be delivering presents? And you look slightly sloshed. How many have you had? You could be done for drunk sleighing you know!’
Turning round with crumbs stuck in his beard, Santa looked at the indignant Elf chastising him.
‘OK, ‘ he said. ‘You got me. Got any coffee?’
‘Do I look like a carafe or coffee pot? No, I do not!’
With a twitch of his nose and another belch, the Elf turned into a single coffee server.
Pouring the hot liquid into the waiting cup, Santa sipped contentedly and dunked one of the cookies.
‘Next time,’ he said tapping the pot which returned to its former figure, ‘just stay on the shelf as you’re supposed to and keep quiet.’
With that he was gone, leaving a host of parcels under the tree, and one unemployed elf.