It's In His Christmas Wish by Shelly Alexander

Author:Shelly Alexander [Alexander, Shelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A Touch of Sass LLC
Published: 2019-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Ross pulled his classic pickup along the curb in front of the park and propped an elbow on the door.

Fuck’s sake.

“Oh, no,” Kimberly said from the passenger’s seat.

He tapped a fist against his chin and watched the mob that had gathered in the park. They’d clearly squared off into two opposing groups.

His scrap iron Nativity figures had been spray painted by vandals before he could take them down and deliver them to Deacon West to be painted the right way. The three wise men were painted to look like elves, the archangel, Gabriel, resembled Santa Claus, the Virgin Mary had been painted to look like Mrs. Claus … in a mini-dress.

Ross could see why that had the churchgoers in an uproar.

Kimberly gasped, her hands flying to her cheeks. “Look at the tree.”

Ross’s gazed scanned the park, landing on the eye soar that used to be the Wishing Tree. Just above the mob’s head, the branches had been visibly sheared off, in the shape of a…

Ross pinched the corners of his eyes with a thumb and forefinger. “I swear that wasn’t my doing.”

“What kind of people clip a Grinch shape into a Christmas tree that’s meant to help kids?” Kimberly huffed.

Good question. He damn well would have an answer, too, by the time he was done diffusing the situation. He was already in a grouchy mood because he and Kimberly were interrupted at the worst possible moment. But being interrupted for this?

Now he knew what the bumper stickers Random Bitch Moment Waiting to Happen meant because he was about to have one. Maybe he could order a sticker for his truck that said bastard, instead. Either way, he was pissed that people could be so immature and thoughtless. The fact they were acting so selfish at this time of year only made Ross’s mood more pissy.

“Come on.” He opened his door, got out, and slammed it hard.

Kimberly hopped out and obviously remembered to let Comet out of the back seat because they both hurried to catch up to him.

He didn’t slow his gait. Didn’t soften his scowl.

He walked right up to the crowd. “Who the hell is responsible for this?” he barked.

The crowd went quiet.

“Someone better start talking.” He rammed his hands into his jacket pockets.

Finally, Deacon West stepped forward. “You promised us a tasteful Nativity scene.” He pointed to the iron figures. “The crude welding was excusable under the circumstances, but this is insulting.”

What Ross hadn’t been able to see from his truck was that someone had adorned Baby Jesus with a costume so that He looked like an Elf on the Shelf.

For the love of God.

So, so, literally, too.

Ross had grown up in church, but his parents had stopped going after they lost Noelle. Still, vandalizing any faith seemed wrong, especially at Christmastime.

A middle-aged woman with bushy shoulder length hair spoke to Deacon West. “So you retaliated by ruining the tree?” She pointed to the Grinch silhouette cut into the giant pine.

Deacon West’s expression said he was truly incensed.

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