We told the girls we would be right back. We went to the parking lot and up to his car.I pushed him face first up against his car and grabbed his arm ...nd held it behind his back. I hit him twice in the kidneys and told him off."You arrogant mother fucker, I've had enough of your shit. When we go back in there, if you say one more remark about me being a stay at home dad, I'll throw your fucking head through your fucking precious car window. Do we understand each other?" Yea, yes, sorry, John,. What a useless gesture. He would never wear it again. The phone rang. It was his daughter, Emma. ‘I’m fine,’ he told her. ‘I’m just going to take a nap.’ He dreamed he sailed his mirror dinghy out to sea. This made no sense at all, but dreams don’t make any sense. When was the last time you dreamed you had an ordinary day? In the dream, he had a long day of thirst and sun. He splashed water on his face, being careful not to drink it. He thought maybe he was going crazy. The ocean made him think. Not only that, but not even a beard shadow. I was jealous, and I knew right then and there what I wanted for Christmas, and I was not thinking about my two front teeth.I don't know why, but finding Santa was a crossdresser didn't bother me for a moment, in fact it seemed almost logical. There are no nosy neighbors at the North Pole, and you can keep the curtains open or take a walk in the neighborhood without fear of being seen. What with working only one day a year there is ample time to dress. He thought it looked not just sexy, but kind of naturally pretty. Maureen had on a miniskirt, A-line type he thought, it came down just above her knees. He saw she was wearing black onyx earrings, a brighter shade of red lipstick than usual and much darker mascara. Black nylons and black high heeled shoes finished her off. She looked like she was dressed for the hunt, hunting what he couldn’t exactly figure. He knew she looked really good. He noticed she was wearing glasses, black horn rimmed.