Story Chat: Out of Character, A Christmas Story

Anything can happen behind the scenes in the malls and stores at Christmas time. But do we ever hear those stories?

Out of Character 

by Cathy Cade

Christmas ads had been filmed and it was time for live appearances in department stores, handing out samples of Glint children’s toothpaste as the jolly, padded, fur-clad Eva Beaver. Children seemed to like her. The feeling was not mutual. 

They reminded her of school, which had sapped what little confidence she had to begin with. If her parents had not given her such a stupid name, maybe teachers—and later her classmates—would not have sniggered at the contrast it raised with this mousy beige child with a mouthful of teeth. Her classwork was unexceptional. She was the last to be chosen for teams in sports lessons but, thanks to a sympathetic drama teacher, she participated in every school play. On stage, she could be anyone she wanted to be.

She had dreamed of an acting career. Once, she had believed her selection for the Glint toothpaste ads was a step nearer to her dream. But if that furry Eva Beaver costume sometimes felt like a straitjacket, at least she could pay the rent. Beggars with prominent front teeth and squeaky voices could not be choosy about their roles. 


“I want a strawberry one. Don’t like mango.” 

Eva rooted through her samples. 

“Best I can do is raspberry.” 

She thrust it at him in a take-it-or-leave-it kind of way. Santa’s elf shepherded the boy towards his father. 

“I hope Santa brings you everything you want.” 

The father leered. “I wouldn’t mind if he brought you down my chimney, love.” 

Santa’s elf maintained a smile until she had bolted the scenery door behind them. She turned to Eva and mimed a gag response. 

Eva smiled, “At least that’s something I don’t have to put up with in this outfit.” 

It was not something she encountered out of the costume either. Santa pushed back his hood to reveal a head as shiny as Humpty Dumpty’s. 

“That’s it for today, bless ‘em. Scott’s in tomorrow. I’m off for a week.”

“Lucky you,” she said, taking off the furry hood with its round beaver ears and furry cheeks that covered hers. “I start at Spencer’s in Warmington the day after tomorrow. I have precisely one child-free day.” 

“Oh, I won’t be child-free,” said Santa. “I’m at the children’s hospice tomorrow. Then it is my kiddies’ school Christmas fair and our church on the weekend. Busy month, December. Don’t you love it?” 

He headed for the cloakroom humming Jingle Bells. The girl in elf costume smiled. 

“He’s our nicest Santa. It has been good working with you, Eva. Have a great Christmas.” 

“You too,” she said to the girl’s back, not bothering to correct the name. 

She even received mail addressed to Eva Troy. Out of the jumpsuit, she retrieved a large bag from behind the Christmas tree. Pulling out her coat and flat shoes, she stuffed the beaver suit into the bag and headed for home.


Another day, another grotto, another Santa, and another brat. 

“Santa doesn’t exist. You’re just some out-of-work actor.”

“Ho, ho, ho,” said Santa. “Very funny, young Joel. Collect your present from the elf through that door.” 

The door closed behind the boy.

 “…Before I kick you through it.” Santa recalled he was not alone this week and glanced defiantly at Eva Beaver. 

She smiled. “Don’t you just hate the little… darlings?” 

He relaxed. “You know, I really do sometimes.” They gazed at the door in companionable silence. “All the time,” they said in almost perfect unison. 

An elf held back the curtain. “Eva Beaver is visiting Santa today. This is Shelley.” The elf handed over her charge and returned to the queueing goblins. 

Santa and Eva ate their sandwiches together in the staff room. She hardly noticed that his face was pinched and his hair receding. She laughed at his impersonations of spoilt princes and princesses and their powerless parents, pleased to have found someone who did not view her aversion to children as unnatural. She told him her dreams of acting, and he told her he would be rehearsing for pantomime over the weekend. 

The next day, she wore a touch of mascara on her pale lashes. At closing time, she did what she could to brighten her mousy beige complexion in the cloakroom before she and Santa, whose real name was Ron, went for a drink.


On Thursday morning, she left her door open so that Mewsli could come in while she packed. The landlady’s cat would greet her when she let herself in as if he had been watching for her. He probably did the same with any lodger that stroked him, but she liked the camaraderie. 

Tomorrow she would take her suitcase to work and commute home afterward, but she might be too busy to pack tonight.


Thursday was a late-night opening. After closing, Ron walked her back to her digs. Mewsli came to greet them and she bent to stroke the cat before starting up the stairs. At the sound of a yowl and a thump, she turned to see the Mewsli disappearing into the back of the house. 

Ron raised his eyebrows as if to say, “What?” 

“Actually, Ron… I have a headache. I’d better take a couple of pills and sleep it off, or I won’t be fit for anything tomorrow.” 

He stood blankly before turning with thunder in his eyes and barely refrained from slamming the door. 

The elves noticed the atmosphere the next day and were jollier than usual to liven it up.


Her friend Ginny worked her shifts in the pub whenever she worked as Eva Beavering. This week, she would cover for Ginny, who was in the chorus of Jack and the Beanstalk at the local theatre. 

Ginny wangled her a free ticket and afterward took her backstage to meet the repertory group. She hoped to join them. Her initial nervousness was banished on coming face-to-rump with the back end of Daisy the cow. The front end smiled at her, clutching Daisy ‘s head in his hands while the rear unzipped. 

“Eva!” 

Ron did not look pleased to see her. She restrained a giggle as she flung her taupe silk scarf across her shoulder. “It’s Helen, actually,” she said, taking Ginny’s arm to move on.


Cathy Cade Biography


Cathy Cade is a former librarian who enjoyed solving puzzles in retirement. She began writing to exercise the other side of her brain (the side that can’t find the word she wants) and now has little time for puzzles.

Most of the time, she lives with her husband and dogs, in Cambridgeshire’s Fenland. The rest of the time, they live across a fence from London’s Epping Forest.

Her story-verse, A Year Before Christmas, is available from Smashwords and your local Amazon. Her collection of short stories: Witch Way, and other ambiguous stories can also be purchased from Amazon, and Smashwords along with The Godmother, an alternative Cinderella, (Amazon, and Smashwords) and Pond People about the Mirlings that live in the fishpond (Amazon and Smashwords)

Find Cathy online at www.cathy-cade.com where you can read some of her writing. She is also an expert on commas, which tangle me in every sentence.

Cathy Cade

Now it’s your turn

Let’s get this story chat started. Sit down by the fire in your favorite chair with some delicious snacks and something warm to drink. Have fun with the story and each other.

Here are some questions to get you started, but don’t be shy. You don’t have to stick to these questions. Jump right in.

  1. Why do you think Eva refused to correct people to use her real name?
  2. What do you think happened between “Eva” and the cat?
  3. Why did she develop a headache and turn on Ron?
  4. Where do you think she got the courage to say her real name?
  5. Do you think the relationship between Ginny and “Eva” important?

Have fun and be safe during the holidays.

Author: Marsha

Hi, I'm Marsha Ingrao, a retired educator and wife of a retired realtor. My all-consuming hobby is blogging and it has changed my life. My friends live all over the world. For thirty-five years, I lived in the most beautiful area in Central Valley of California in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains minutes from the Sequoia National Park. As a child I moved from Indiana to Oregon. With my first husband I moved from Oregon to Colorado to California. Every time we moved, it hurt so much to leave friends. I never wanted to move again. After Mark passed, I married again. I told Vince that I could never budge from my roots in California. He said he loved the high desert. I don't think he ever thought he would realize his dream. In November, 2020, we sold everything and retired to the mile-high desert of Prescott, AZ. We live less than five miles from the Granite Dells, four lakes and hundreds of trails with our dog, Kalev, and two cats, Moji and Nutter Butter. Vince's sister came with us and lives close by. Every day is a new adventure.

24 thoughts on “Story Chat: Out of Character, A Christmas Story”

    1. Thank you Dee. I think every parent should discuss bullying and low self-esteem – like this month’s story. I should research some good children’s books about the subject. Maybe we can recruit some other teachers to help recommend published children’s books on this subject. Thank you for the input about the level of reading, encouragement, and the comment, Dee. virtual hugs xxx

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      1. I agree with you Marsha. Parents are just blindly busy with money race and hardly any time to look up at their children’s activities. We grew up reading stories and exchanging story books from friends. Now children exchange video games.

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          1. Yes, it is. Thanks for your comment, Phil. I bet your parents were like mine -readers. Research shows that if children merely see their parents reading, it encourages them to be a reader for life. 🙂

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      1. Thank you for sharing this, Phil. It’s a serious subject that I’m sure several authors have approached. I just didn’t know them. I’ll include the recommendation again on the summary of this Story Chat.

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  1. Reblogged this on Writing Wrinkles and commented:
    Featured on Marsha Ingrao’s Story Chat blog, this one was written for our writing group, so this is its first public airing. Please add your comments to Marsha’s conversation, and don’t pull your punches! (I need all the advice I can get 🙂 )

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  2. I assume this story is for teens/young adults/adults — a great target audience. Bring up some important points — parents do need to be mindful of their teens at the mall. There may be more behind the Santa, as Eva intuitively realizes that she needs to be careful because she really doesn’t know this Santa Ron and doesn’t invite him into her apartment. But, I do like how she claims her real name at the end — that caught me off guard. She was on to better things. And, it was clever to see Ron as the rump of Daisy the Cow –pun not intended. Not everyone is who they say they are.

    Good story. And, it certainly is one that can be discussed from many angles. Good luck!

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    1. Thanks for the insightful comment, Patricia. I hadn’t seen it before, but it sounds like Ron might have had an abusive side. At least he didn’t force his way inside, but it could have been quite serious. Good point about teens being careful at the mall and parents being aware of what is going on. Thanks again for taking part in the story chat. I look forward to getting to know you better through the blogging world. 🙂

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