The Return of Mrs. Claus I had spent the whole day washing one of my Christmas Eve outfits, over and over again, trying to get the smell of mothballs out of the fabric, what little fabric there was. There really wasn't much to it. A Sexy Santa under-wired bra with fur trim and a ruched miniskirt with a polka dot bow and candy cane . It was the last outfit that I had bought before Jeff's death. Memories of Jeff came floodi...