Training Mrs. C.
The Twelve Days of Christmas, Book Eight
By
Isabella Kole
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Training Mrs. C.
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Table of Contents:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About Isabella Kole
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Chapter One
Catie Claus reached into the hot oven and removed the last batch of sugar cookies. Setting them on the counter to cool before she turned off the heat in the massive oven in the Claus kitchen, she wiped her brow and said, "There, that's the last of them." She poured herself a cup of steaming coffee, flavored it with candy cane flavored creamer and sat down.
Her mother-in-law, Clara, answered, "Really, dear, are you sure you wouldn't prefer a nice hot mug of cocoa instead of coffee?"
Catie grinned. "I like my coffee; you know that, Mother Claus."
Clara Claus shook her head. Her son's bride was a wonderful girl, but she had much to learn in the ways of the North Pole if she were to someday become the reigning Mrs. Claus. The Claus family was considered to be royalty in the North Pole, and the residents of the small country looked up to them. Hot cocoa, complete with whipped cream and a candy cane to flavor it, was the national drink. Sure, coffee and tea were enjoyed by many, but as a Claus, Catie must learn to compromise. Her choice of drink wasn't the most alarming thing, but it was on the list of many things the young girl must be taught.
Young Nick Claus had met Catie while he was away at school. Even though it was understood that someday he would take over the family business of running the North Pole and everything that came with it, including Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Claus felt he should experience life in the real world, along with obtaining an education. When he'd brought sweet Catie home for a visit, Santa and Clara had been elated. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed, the young girl seemed like the perfect mate for the heir to the Claus dynasty. She was from a wealthy family in England, and she came from good stock. She had money of her own, so the vast Claus fortune meant nothing to her. She loved Nick for the handsome, intelligent young man he was. When the couple began to talk of marriage, Clara had been quick to point out to them that Catie would be required to live at the North Pole, and she would be trained to take over the reins upon the retirement of Nick's parents.
At the same time Clara was teaching Catie to take her place, Santa was grooming his son. The men spent long days in the workshop and the castle, attending to business, as well as getting everything ready for Christmas. The two women cooked and baked for hours, shopped, greeted the townspeople, attended meetings and assisted the men when needed. They planned parties and luncheons, overseeing the vast staff in the castle. Clara taught her to do the payroll for the many employees. She attempted to teach her how to be a mother figure to the elves, and yes, there really are elves at the North Pole. They worked for pay, just like any other adult in the community. There was the catch. Catie wasn't a mother figure by any stretch of the imagination. She was young, vibrant, and beautiful, although childlike in her ways. She had a stubborn streak and could be quite feisty given the chance. She would rather joke and play like a child with the elves, rather than being a mentor for them.
"I think this last batch is cool enough to ice," Catie said, bringing Clara out of her thoughts. "I'll do that. I'll take them to the workshop when I'm finished. It's about time for the elves to go on break."
Clara nodded. "Fine, dear, I'll clean up this mess and start dinner while you're in the workshop."
Catie hummed a modern tune while she worked. Clara smiled and shook her head. It wasn't a Christmas song, but she'd learned that Catie was anything but traditional, and she knew, to a certain extent, that was okay.
* * *
When the cookies were iced, Catie reached for the large basket used to carry cookies outside the Claus kitchen and lined it with a fresh Christmas napkin. Sh
e carefully layered the cookies into the bottom of the basket and walked across the room to the hook on the wall that held her winter coat. When she was sufficiently bundled to ward off the cold December air, she grabbed the basket and said, "I'll be back to help with dinner."
"Take your time. I'm throwing together a huge pot of stew," Clara replied as she began slicing vegetables.
The brisk wind hit Catie in the face as soon as she opened the door. There was snow on the ground and from the looks of the sky, more would fall before bedtime. Catie skipped down the walk that led from the back door of the castle to the large workshop. Many of the local residents were employed by the Claus family. It was a year-round job, manufacturing toys and putting together the orders for Christmas. Catie especially liked the playful elves. They were certainly a fun-loving bunch, and it made her day complete to visit with them each afternoon. She spoke to some of the other folks who were braving the cold outside that day. She reached the back door of the workshop and walked in.
The place was bustling with excitement, the energy level high, as the many employees scurried about. With just a few more weeks until Christmas they were working overtime to make sure everything was ready for Santa's trip.
She spied Homer, one of the elves, and waved to him. She looked around for her husband, but he was nowhere in sight. After making her way to the break room, she set the basket on the table and walked over to the fire to warm her hands.
"One of my favorite parts of the day," a deep voice said in her ear. She turned to see Nick's handsome face.
"I wondered where you were," she replied as she waited for his kiss. She wasn't disappointed as his lips touched hers in a chaste peck.
"That's the best you can do after I've slaved away in that kitchen all day?" she teased.
"Later, my love, I'll make it up to you properly," he promised as he reached for a cookie.
They were interrupted as the elder Mr. Claus joined them. "Catie, my dear, I smell your cookies from the hallway. How are you this fine day?"
"Santa, I'm just fine. Help yourself before the elves get in here, or there won't be any left."
A few minutes later, the whistle indicating that it was break time sounded, and they were joined by the elves and some of the other employees.
"Let's go to my office," Nick said as he grabbed her hand. "You can join me for a cup of cocoa."
Catie walked with her husband to his office down the hall. She looked over at him and her heart skipped a beat, just like it did every time she looked at him. Nick Claus was a good six foot tall, with broad shoulders and jet black hair. His brown eyes looked like the chocolate drops Santa stuffed in the children's stocking each year. He looked no more like Santa Claus than did Homer, or any of the other elves, for that matter. She had teased him relentlessly about that fact when he had first revealed his identity to her.
"You know, my dad didn't always have white hair," he'd told her with a chuckle.
He pulled her into his office, immediately kicking the door shut with his foot. She was drawn into an embrace. His dark head leaned down, and as she stood on her tiptoes, he kissed her thoroughly. His teeth grazed her lower lip before his tongue thrust itself deeply into her mouth. He tasted like cocoa, sweet and chocolaty. She relaxed in his arms, letting him take her to another dimension with the masterful movements of his tongue. While he continued to kiss her, his hands were busy unbuttoning her coat. He let it drop to the floor as his hands moved sensuously up and down her back.
"Mmm," she murmured.
Nick broke away, leading her to a chair. "We'd better have that cocoa. I always forget how quickly we get carried away, and it wouldn't do for us to unleash our passion in the middle of a busy workday in this place."
Catie laughed. "It would be fun though, clandestine, don't you think?"
Nick shook his head. "Ah, you forget who we are. The Claus family is the same as the monarchy in your country. We have to maintain some decorum in public."
"This is the North Pole, for goodness sake, the most fun place in the whole world," she argued. "We're in Santa's workshop, in your private office."
Nick laughed as he handed his bride a cup of cocoa. "That's true, but it's also a workplace. It's not all fun and games."
They chatted easily while relaxing together with their cocoa. When Nick announced that he had some work to finish before dinner Catie took the hint and stood up. She retrieved her coat from the floor and got ready for the cold walk back to the castle. "Your mom is making stew for dinner. Don't be late. I love you," she said as she leaned across the desk for one last kiss.
As she walked back to the break room, she smiled and waved at the employees who were back at their stations. After she got the empty cookie basket, she walked outside. Surprisingly, three of the elves were outside. They jumped in surprise, until they saw that it was Catie who had opened the door.
"Oh, Catie, it's you," Jack, one of the elves, said.
"What are you guys doing? Aren't you supposed to be working?" she asked as she walked over to where they seemed to be hiding something.
The three men looked at each other before Jack spoke. "Can you keep a secret?" he asked.
"I guess so… now what are you three up to?"
Jack explained, "Well, we thought the place needed some extra glow, so we're adding more lights to the mix."
"Why?" Catie asked.
"Why not?" one of the elves asked in reply.
"It seems a bit odd that just a few weeks before Christmas, you've decided to add extra lights. These decorations have been up for a month."
"Christmas spirit and all that," Jack said. "Now are you going to help us or are you going to move along?"
If Catie had been thinking, she would have known the elf should not speak to her that way. And if she'd really been thinking, she would have walked away quickly. But that wasn't in her nature. She was in a mood for fun, and what better way to make a long afternoon more bearable than by putting up more Christmas decorations?
She set her basket on a bench nearby and set about helping the elves. When the extra lights had been strung, Jack walked over to the outlet and plugged them in. Poof!
There was a loud noise and all the lights went out! Not just the Christmas lights, but all the lights along the street. Catie looked up and down the street. When she turned back around, the three elves had disappeared and she stood alone next to the outlet. The door opened and Nick, accompanied by his father, came outside.
"What happened, Catie? Why are you still here?" Nick asked as he glanced around and noticed the extra strings of lights. "Dad, I think I've found the problem."
Santa joined his son as they inspected the scene. "Yep, someone put up some extra lights, and when they plugged them in a fuse blew. You may as well send the crew home for the day. We'll have to repair this before any more work can be done. I'm sorry, but they'll probably be working on Saturday to make up the lost time. It's too close to Christmas for this to happen." Santa grumbled to himself while untangling the new lights. Nick went inside to inform the employees of the issue.
When he came back outside he looked at Catie with a stern look on his face. "Catie, what do you know about this? Did you do it? Do you know who did?" he asked.
Santa shook his head. "Son, I'll leave you to deal with your wife. I've got to get the electrician to fix this before morning." The older man went back inside, leaving the young couple outside alone.
Catie took a step back. Should she tell about the elves and risk getting them in trouble or should she take the rap for them? She could tell by the look in Nick's eyes what he was thinking.
Chapter Two
"Nick, I can explain," she said in soft, shaky voice.
"I'm waiting," he said impatiently.
"The lights, I thought we needed more. I didn't realize the fuse would blow."
"Catie, you just thought of this, just now? You expect me to believe that? I think you're covering for someone, probably Jack and his gang. They've been known to
pull pranks like this before."
"Nick, please," she pleaded. "Can't we just chalk it up to an honest mistake, fix the problem, and go on with business as usual?"
"Catie, this is the worst possible time for something like this to happen. Dad is going to have the electrician working on it tonight. Tomorrow and the rest of the week, the workers are going to have to play catch up. I know they're only going to lose a few hours work, but those few hours are crucial this close to Christmas Eve. You should know that by now." He shook his handsome head as he took her hand. "Come on." He led her down the walkway and into the back door of the castle. With Clara looking on, he led his bride up the back stairs to their bedroom.
When he had closed the door behind them, he walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. Taking a wooden paddle out of the drawer, he turned to her and said, "You know what to do. This can't go unpunished. When are you going to learn?"
"Nick, please," she pleaded again. "It won't happen again, I promise."
"Sweetheart, how many times have you promised that before? You let the elves draw you into their pranks time and time again. They need to learn respect for you if you're ever going to take over for Mom in her retirement. They don't treat you as you should be treated. They think you're one of them, because of your fun-loving ways. Fun is good, but there is a time and a place for it. This wasn't it."
"How do you know the elves had anything to do with it? Maybe it was all my idea."
"Catie, don't. You can't protect them. They need to answer for what they've done. Now, tell me, was it Jack and his two sidekicks? They need to be dealt with. Running off and leaving you to take the fall just wasn't fair. Are you going to let them get away with it?"
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