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"Sir, are you planning one of your huge Christmas bashes this year?" Jeremy Felipe asked Malcolm Black. They were celebrating a year of their successful learning academy, The Men's Room. Malcolm looked up from the curriculum he was creating for the next semester."I'm sure my wife is. It's October and she loves pulling things out of her hat in a month. She's an adrenaline junky. Frankly, I don't know what else we can do but I'm sure she will think of something. If I don't have to be Black Santa, I'm good."The image of that made Jeremy chortle. He could see Malcolm as Black Santa in a designer suit and a scowl, with kids crawling onto his lap."Sir, I would give a lot to see that. I was going to offer Francine's and my assistance. JII is still too young to understand but we're in the house and Arabella is with us. We also have acres of land. I'll have Francine ask Mrs. Black since she runs things." Malcolm shot him a grim look before placing his finger to his lips."Whatever you do, don't allow her to do too much. She's published your book in the last year and practically ran your life. She will run you in the ground brother, while she is breathing easy. Let your wife handle it, Cinnamon doesn't push her around. You're a sap and she will start playing Christmas carols and before you know it, you're destitute and happy."