INT. LIVING ROOM. HOME - CHRISTMAS EVE
Sitting on a recliner in a sparsely decorated living room, a MAN is on the telephone.
Okay, mom, see you and Josh tomorrow. Night.
After hanging up, he rests his head on the back of the recliner and shuts his eyes. A CRASH from the unlit fireplace causes him to jump. A clump of red, covered in soot, lands onto the cold, stone hearth.
Brushing herself off, a WOMAN dressed in a Santa suit turns to him.
I'm so sorry. I'm new at this.
Stay where you are or I'll call...
Please. Don't call Santa.
Confused, the man stares at her.
You see, I'm a Santa in training. And I might lose my job if...
You're a Santa in training?
Santa is so busy. He needs all the help he can get.
I have your present.
(looking up the chimney)
It seems, it's still on your roof though.
I've had too much wine!
Suppressing her attraction to him, she extends her hand, business-like but warmly.
(a moment of awkward silence)
Would you care for a glass of wine?
The grandfather clock STRIKES midnight.
Thanks, Simon, but I can't. I'm late as it is.
I have so many presents to deliver.
C'mon, Laurie. We both know there's no such thing as Santa.
No such thing as Santa? I'm getting your present right now.
Maybe then you'll believe me.
Simon shakes his head as the front door SLAMS. He hears mumbled CONVERSATION on the lawn.
EXT. HOUSE - CHRISTMAS DAY
(to nearing neighbor)
My reindeer are gone! I need to get to the roof!
The neighbor looks at her queerly.
Do you have a ladder?
(scratching his head)
I'll be right back!
When he returns, the neighbor sets the ladder onto the side of the house. It steady, Laurie climbs to the roof. She searches her sack, finds Simon's present, then climbs down.
Thank you so very much for your help. Merry Christmas!
Laurie then rushes into Simon's house.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CHRISTMAS DAY
As she hands him his present,
Merry Christmas, Simon.
Self-consciously he gropes for it. She understands.
I'll read the card.
Merry Christmas, Simon. Enclosed is a check for
the eye surgery. I know it will be a success. Santa
Simon buries his head in his hands; Laurie kneeling before him.
If you'd like, I'll go with you.
Simon finds, then clasps Laurie's hand, a grateful tear trickling down his cheek.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**