Wrong Number, Right Santa by Lorelei M. Hart

Sometimes the wrong Santa is the exact one you need.

I didn’t volunteer to run the Winter Pines Community Center Christmas Spectacular. I know my limits, but when I miss a meeting thanks to a stupid flat tire, I find myself the proud owner of the position. With the event less than a week away, I have everything in place; the food, the gifts, the decorations, even the music. All that’s left is waiting for the big day.
That is until I get the one phone call that threatens to unravel the entire event. Santa quit and every person I call to try to replace him with is booked. I’m about to give up and order a Santa suit for myself. Hopefully, none of the kids will notice I’m not even thirty. But I find abusinesscard for Santa that includes his address at the North Pole. He’s probably already booked, but it’s worth a call. The kids are counting on me.