I'm not even sure what the point of this was, aside from proving to readers that Nichole Chase absolutely cannot write a believable six year old. That six year old was 20 years too wise. She decides the mall Santa is too hot, so she demands her father buy him a t-shirt to wear. And then she got slippers for Christmas. The end.
That was boring. But at least I only wasted 5 minutes reading it.
This short story, if you can even call it that... it's actually more like a single scene... is a prequel (I guess) to Flukes, which is actually a decent story. I recommend you skip this nonsense and just read the full book.