Santa's Helpers

"This freaking sucks," I muttered to myself, tugging on the itchy Santa's Helper costume.

"Oh great! It's itchy and two sizes too small for me." I shook my head in disbelief, looking at myself in the mirror as I finally got the tiny and flimsy fabric to at least cover my ass. Santa's Helper? More like Santa's porn star..

As ridiculous as it was, there was no getting out of my duties today. I was one detention away from being suspended from school and agreed to participate in this dumb community service event just to earn back some grace time. Of course, being the holiday season, most community service events involved hordes of smelly children, way too many blindingly bright decorations, and cheap costumes galore.

Fun.

''Nicole are you ready yet?! We're doing volunteer group pictures before our guests get here!" I heard the overly-excited volunteer coordinator, Matt, announce. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my props, before heading out.