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ci5hqIn the Grotto by Sebastian
I seem to be forgetting my aversion to the lads as elves. Christmas elves must be exempt!
Here’s another story that finds Doyle looking good in green tights and Bodie in a red suit.
It’s a warm holiday story that shows another side of Bodie.
His smile soon faded as he passed the deserted till station by the grotto entrance, the lifesize reindeer staring at him with their glassy black eyes, and set off through Harrods' crowded Toy Department, for he realised within moments that he was causing something of a stir. Mothers were glancing his way in silent, well-bred surprise, Nannies had hands to their mouths and giggled, small children were standing stockstill and staring big-eyed. The elf outfit was not inconspicuous. Not only that, but there were small bells attached to the ankle of each petalled flower boot which tinkled every time he set foot to floor, making him walk in a sort of wincing, tiptoe prance which, he feared, rather enhanced the fey effect of his costume. Glowering inwardly, he kept his eyes firmly front - until he heard a repressed snort from his right and whipped his head round to see Murphy and Williams, much more in character as security guards in black by the lift door. Cowley had agents seeded throughout the store for this very important and rather dangerous visit, and every single one of them had been luckier than Doyle in the draw for their undercover disguise.
"One word about this tomorrow..." Doyle threatened fiercely sotto voice as he passed them, and it brought the sniggers to a halt, but did not stop a few innocently whistled bars of The Sugarplum Fairy following him across the shop-floor.
Enjoy a wonderful, "feel good" Christmas story!
I seem to be forgetting my aversion to the lads as elves. Christmas elves must be exempt!
Here’s another story that finds Doyle looking good in green tights and Bodie in a red suit.
It’s a warm holiday story that shows another side of Bodie.
His smile soon faded as he passed the deserted till station by the grotto entrance, the lifesize reindeer staring at him with their glassy black eyes, and set off through Harrods' crowded Toy Department, for he realised within moments that he was causing something of a stir. Mothers were glancing his way in silent, well-bred surprise, Nannies had hands to their mouths and giggled, small children were standing stockstill and staring big-eyed. The elf outfit was not inconspicuous. Not only that, but there were small bells attached to the ankle of each petalled flower boot which tinkled every time he set foot to floor, making him walk in a sort of wincing, tiptoe prance which, he feared, rather enhanced the fey effect of his costume. Glowering inwardly, he kept his eyes firmly front - until he heard a repressed snort from his right and whipped his head round to see Murphy and Williams, much more in character as security guards in black by the lift door. Cowley had agents seeded throughout the store for this very important and rather dangerous visit, and every single one of them had been luckier than Doyle in the draw for their undercover disguise.
"One word about this tomorrow..." Doyle threatened fiercely sotto voice as he passed them, and it brought the sniggers to a halt, but did not stop a few innocently whistled bars of The Sugarplum Fairy following him across the shop-floor.
Enjoy a wonderful, "feel good" Christmas story!
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