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Aziraphale stepped into the small ‘dressing room’. Setting his staff aside, he removed his hooded green velvet cloak.
He’d played Father Christmas at the church in the village, had grown out a lovely beard just for the occasion. Aziraphale had a small gift for everyone, to the delight of the children, and most of the adults as well.
He stepped outside and into the waiting Bentley. “How’d it go then?”
“Tickety-boo, darling.” Aziraphale smiled.
Once home, Aziraphale sat, crooked his finger, and patted his lap with a wink. “Now, tell me, Crowley … Have you been a good boy this year?”