Bernice Aberstock looked as much like Mrs. Claus with her round cheeks and white hair, her round body and sweet smile as her husband did the man in the red suit. Adorable, the pair of them, really, and no less so as she kindly beamed at me and Jill before ushering us inside their large two story.
"Fiona, Jillian, how lovely to see you both." The (fittingly) red-clad woman closed the door behind us, rubbing her little hands together. "So chilly for this time of year, isn't it?" She held out her arms to us. "I can take your coats. I'm sure you're here to see Lloyd, aren't you?"
I nodded to her, almost wanting to apologize to her for the state of affairs but she simply hung up my coat, taking Jill's and her hat all the while chattering away like a five-foot-nothing bundle of Christmas cheer.