Of course the standard warning applies.  You know the
one: If you are not the legal age in your domicile to
read this then please don't.  I really don't want to be
responsible for contributing to more warped minds than
I already have.  Besides, you never know.  Santa could
be watching. . . 

And please, if you want to repost this somewhere, get
my permission first.  I'm not a grinch.



A Visit from St. Nicholas
(c)1999 by Virago Blue

     Kristina pressed her hands deeper into the pockets
of her parka.  Chill mountain wind ruffled through her
hair, stinging her cheeks with each gust.   The
mountain lay beneath them, its crest still looming
several yards ahead.   She readied herself for the
dismount (as she affectionately dubbed her awkward
extraction from the ski lift), gripping her ski poles
numbly.

     "C'mon, sis.  Just relax.  Watch me."  Amanda
shushed ever so gracefully ahead of her. Kristina bit
her lip and slid from her seat, careening awkwardly
towards her older sister.

     "Shit!  I don't know why I let you talk me into
this."  Kristina yelped as her backside hit
the snow.  Skis tangled, poles lost, Kristina winced in
aggravation and  pain up at her sister.  

     "Honey, just give it time.  You're too tense,
anyway.  I brought you here to have fun,
relax, celebrate the season with your old sister and
your brother-in-law, so smile.  Just a little." 
Amanda posed with her hands on hips, a brilliant smile
directed at her sister.  The contrast of her
bright red ski suit and the white snow made Kristina's
eyes hurt.  

     "Yeah, sure, the clothes are cute but I'm not much
of a skier.  I guess that much is obvious."  Kristina
struggled with her tangled skis, eventually pushing
herself up into an embarrassing ass-in-the-air
position.  "Don't get me wrong, Mandy, this place is
nice.  Beautiful even.  But killing myself is not what
I had in mind, ya know?"  Kristina straightened out,
planting her poles firmly in the packed snow.  She felt
one ski slipping away from her and she tried to
adjust her weight.  The ski would not cooperate.  She
floundered to catch herself, only to be
dumped again onto the frozen ground.  Kristina looked
up at her sister from her tangled mess
once again, pushing her headband up off her forehead. 
Her sunglasses now sat crooked on her
face.  Kristina couldn't manage straightening out her
glasses without catching a ski pole in her
parka.  "Damn-IT."  

     Amanda snickered.  Kristina couldn't help it, she
began to laugh.  "This is SO not funny,
Amanda."  Kristina said.  "I mean, a three-year-old
just whizzed past me, I swear!"  Kristina's
laugh grew louder until both sisters laughed together.

     Nick approached expertly on his skis, drawing both
women's attention.   He wore the
jacket of the resort, designating himself as a member
of the ski patrol.  "Hold up, Matthew!"  He
yelled ahead at the little boy skiing ahead of him.  
He swooped to a stop in front of Kristina.

     "Good morning, ladies.  Can I give you a hand?" 
He directed his question to Kristina
since she was the only one lumped in a pile on the
snow.  

     "Yes, please.  My sister is having some problems
with her skis this morning."  Amanda
piped up. 

     He reached for Kristina.  "Here, take my hand
while I steady your outside foot with mine." 


     Kristina did as she was instructed and in one
swift motion she was pulled against his chest. 
Too much padding between them kept the temptations at
bay.  He was broad-chested, though. 
She blushed as he straightened her glasses for her,
handing her poles back to her.

     "There ya go.  Have you had any lessons yet?  A
few hours of private lessons really make
a difference."  He said.

     "I keep telling her that but she's so embarrassed. 
She doesn't want to be stuck in a class
with a bunch of little kids."  Amanda rattled on
despite Kristina's glares.  

     "Private lessons are what you need.  One on one
instruction and you'll be skiing down this mountain in
no time.  I'll tell you what, the resort has a great
ski school.  You need to hurry and make reservations as
the spots fill up fast, especially for private
instruction.  Give the concierge this card and you'll
get the first hour free."  He smiled down at Kristina,
holding the card for her to take.  She stared at his
white teeth.

     "Uh, thank you."  Kristina fumbled with her glove. 
The glove dangled stupidly from the end of her sleeve. 
She took the card from him and stared at the writing. 
"Nicholas Riley?"  

     "Call me Nick.  And you are?"  Nick asked.

     "Oh.  Yes.  Kristina Matthews."  Kristina frowned
and pulled herself up stiffly.  "Kristina
Matthews and this is my sister, Amanda Reagan."  

     Nick took Kristina's hand in his paw and squeezed. 
He did the same to Amanda, turning back to Kristina. 
"We look forward to seeing you then.  For now, I've got
a class I'm working with.  Nice meeting you ladies!" 
Nick waved and continued down the slope.  

     Kristina watched him ski down the mountain.  Why
did she have to embarrass herself in front of a man
like that?

     "Oh my God.  Did you see him?  Oh my God, if I
wasn't married I would go for that one in a second. 
Then Amanda added hopefully, "But you're not married."

     "Yes, Amanda, he's nice looking, from what I can
tell.  I know what you're thinking.  I could see your
mind working just as soon as he stopped in front of us. 
No.  No way.  I'm not interested in a boyfriend." 
Kristina slowly positioned her skis and began
snowplowing down the slope carefully.

     "Who said anything about a boyfriend?  I was
thinking more along the lines of a date or
maybe a night or two in privacy, by a fire, sipping
wine . . . you know."  Amanda nudged Kristina. 
"C'mon, just let me live vicariously through my
beautiful, single sister."

     "Stop!  I don't want to fall again."  Kristina
screeched.

     "Silly.  You don't have to fall in love again or
anything like that.  Just a little recreation to
make you feel better.  You've been so stressed lately
and I can relate.  I mean, when I was your
age I would look forward to coming to places like this. 
Men, sex and men.  I think you need a
little sex.  With a man."

     "I meant falling down.  Don't nudge me like that." 
Kristina inched along.  "It has been a long time.  I
mean, a really long time."

     "Since you've been with somebody?"  Amanda asked.

     Kristina stopped and looked over at her sister. 
"Yeah."  She answered meekly.  

     "What?"  Amanda asked. 

     "Ugh, if you must know, I can't even remember the
last time I had an orgasm."  Kristina smiled.  "With a
man," she added.  

     "Oh, girl, if only I knew.  You are in desperate
need of a man right now.  And I'm just the
one to help you out.  This place is rocking with single
men.  I guarantee--"

     "No, Amanda."  Kristina interrupted.

     Amanda snapped her mouth closed.  Kristina would
protest a little, it's just the way she always acted. 
Amanda knew the real Kristina, though.  The one that
breaks out every now and then and dances with danger.  
"Alright, honey.  I won't say another word.  Hey,
whatcha gonna wear to the party tonight?" 

     The two sisters continued inching down the slope
talking about the party and other important things like
accessories, the right shade of lipstick, where to
dine.  Amanda had to help her sister up only twice,
giggling the whole time.

***

     White lights shimmered and winked, giving the
lodge a dreamy ambience.  Fresh evergreen and red
ribbon trimmed the doors and tables, draping
luxuriously over the mantle.  A fire burned in the
stone fireplace, casting a romantic veil over the room. 
Kristina loved this time of the year.  She smiled at
her sister as she appeared in the lodge.

     "Kristina, you look lovely."  Will, her
brother-in-law, said as he hugged her.  

     "Ah, Will.  You're just saying that to make me
feel good.  Keep up the good work." Kristina hugged
Will back, smiling at her sister over his shoulder. She
flinched when he squeezed her arms.  She was sore from
her day spent falling on the slopes.

     "I told you that dress would be a knockout on
you."  Amanda observed.

     Kristina had to agree.  Not one to dress up often,
she decided to take the opportunity to
be a little different this holiday.  Her dress was
china red, body hugging, with tiny straps skimming
her shoulders.  For once she allowed the neckline to
dip lower than was her style, revealing soft
mounds of creamy white skin, a shadowed crevice between
them.  Her legs were long and slender
under the short hemline, a trace of the tops of her
stockings were discernible when she sat down. 
She didn't wear any jewelry, just diamond studs.  They
twinkled brightly in the firelight until a
swathe of her silky pale gold hair covered them.  

     Once again Kristina pushed her hair behind her
ear.  "Thank you both."  

     Will wandered to the bar, leaving Amanda and
Kristina alone.  "Well?  Did you sign up for
lessons?"  Amanda asked.

     Kristina nodded.  "Yes, I did."

     "Did you get the hunky guy?"

     "Gawds, Amanda, you are so blunt.  I didn't
request anyone in particular."  Kristina
winked slyly at her sister.

     "Here you go ladies."  Will passed champagne to
Kristina and Amanda.  "'Tis the season."  They clinked
their glasses together in a toast, sipping the choice
champagne.  

     "Awww, look.  How adorable."  Amanda pointed to a
string of children wearing antlers and painted-on red
noses, leading Santa into the room.  They watched in
delight as Santa took a seat on the floor with the
children and began reading to them.  Occasionally the
group would laugh, Santa along with them.  After a
while, Santa looked up from the tangled hair of the
little ones and greeted newcomers jovially.  Once, he
looked at Kristina and nodded.  She lifted her glass to
him and sipped, not breaking eye contact with the
brilliant blue eyes of Santa.  A slow burn started deep
within her body.  Tempting, she thought.  She had a
thing for men in uniform.  

     Santa gathered the children and led them from the
room to meet up with their parents. She turned and
continued the dull conversation she was having with an
insurance salesman from Arkansas.  She would nod
occasionally, smiling between sips of champagne as the
man went on and on about starting his own business and
buying a boat, or some such nonsense.  Kristina rolled
her eyes once or twice every time his eyes fell to her
slight cleavage.  Finally, not able to stand it
any longer, she prepared to remove herself from the
claws of the lech.  Backing away, uttering words to the
effect of "more champagne, ladies room . . . ", she
planted the heel of her red stiletto smack into the
middle of a shiny black boot.

     "Oh!  I'm so --" Kristina was suddenly lifted off
the ground.  She looked down at the arms that were
wrapped around her waist and noticed with hazy vision
the contrast of long tanned fingers and white fur.  She
was turned in his grasp and pulled against a thick
chest, the movement cushioned by much padding.  "So
sorry."

     "Merry Christmas, young lady.  No, no, don't
apologize.  I have another foot.  Ho ho ho." He winked. 
Standing on solid ground once again, Kristina could
only stare and smile in dazzling wonderment at the
intense blue eyes smiling back at her behind the Santa
suit and synthetic beard.  "But maybe if you tell Santa
what you want for Christmas, I would feel much better."
He winked again.

     Kristina blushed.  "Ah . . . er . . . well.  I
just don't --"

     "C'mon, Kristina, sit on Santa's lap."  Amanda's
voice rose above the dwindling crowd. Her suggestion
was echoed a few times by others in the room, no doubt
drunk from the free-flowing liquor.

     "Oh, I don't think that---" Kristina sputtered.

     "Santa won't bite.  Unless you want me to."  She
could have sworn Santa was smirking behind his beard. 
Someone pulled up a chair between the festive tree and
fireplace.  Santa sat down, patting his heavy thigh
teasingly.

     Kristina stepped closer to the man, debating on
whether or not she should sit on him.  The cajoling
group made it difficult for her to turn away.  Besides,
what could happen anyway?  There weren't that many
people left at the party.  Many seemed too inebriated
to care what she did.  Besides, this WAS Christmas,
Santa was a part of the season AND the champagne had
loosened her inhibitions somewhat.  Decision made,
Kristina lowered her bottom onto his thigh, perching
herself near his knee.   His arms snaked around her
waist and pulled her closer.  Her bottom slid
up his thigh creating a delicious tingle from between
her crossed legs.  She was now firmly planted on the
very top of his leg, very near his . . . his . . .
candy canes. Santa carried a velvet bag of candy canes
which now hung between his legs.  Kristina giggled. 
Santa snuggled her closer to his broad chest.  His
beard tickled her cheek.  He smelled of peppermint and
spices.  She inhaled, a smile teasing her lips.

     "Tell me, lovely lady, what can Santa do for you
this year?"  He asked.  

     Feeling bold and a little flirtatious, Kristina
answered, looking into his eyes salaciously,
"I'm afraid it's nothing that would fit under a tree,
or in a stocking. . . "

     She could have sworn he purred.

     "Not even the stocking on that delicious leg of
yours?"  Santa growled into  her ear. 
Kristina glanced down and blushed at the sight of her
leg.  Apparently when he slid her up his leg,
her skirt twisted and rose to reveal a healthy portion
of naked thigh above the lace topped
stocking.  "Oh my."

     "Shhh. . . leave it.  Don't be embarrassed."  He
said.

     His words were beginning to have an effect on her. 
The buzz of champagne filled her mind and squeezed out
any sense of propriety.  She left her skirt the way it
was.  

     He placed his hand on the top of her leg, the leg
that was crossed prettily and showing skin.  Slowly, as
they spoke, his hand massaged her leg and slid up. . .
up . . . but not too far.  Just enough to raise the
goosebumps on her arms and make her nipples tighten. 
"Santa can fill nearly any order, you know."  He said.

     "I'm sure you can.  But mine is a difficult order
to fill.  You see, it requires time.  As I understand
it, Santa doesn't have a lot of time to spare." 
Kristina quipped.

     "Santa is magic."

     Kristina giggled again.  "We'll see."

     "You've been a very good girl.  Santa will see if
he can fill you . . . your order.  Now,
reach down between my legs and snatch a candy cane." 
He winked, chuckling a little.

     Kristina's hand felt down his padded belly,
spreading her fingers wide.  She slid lower. 
She passed her hand over his apparent package, only
lightly touching, before putting her hand in
his bag to collect her candy cane.  "Thank you."  

     "My pleasure."  He said, his eyes following her as
she stood, adjusted her dress and
stepped out of his reach.  

     Kristina walked towards the ladies room feeling
hot, flushed and a little giggly.  The
crowd was reduced to a few small groups of people
talking among themselves.  It was time to
find her room, and quickly before someone handed her
more champagne.

***

     Amanda smiled as she handed Kristina her evening
bag.  "Don't do anything I wouldn't
do."  She said.

     Kristina frowned, studying her sister's smug
expression.  "What's that supposed to mean?"

     Amanda feigned innocence.  "Nothing.  Why don't
you go to bed now, honey.  You've had a long, hard day
and tomorrow is likely to be even harder.  Goodnight
now."  Amanda kissed Kristina on her cheek, sliding the
strap of Kristina's purse on her shoulder and turned
her sister to the elevator.

     Kristina entered the elevator, still giving her
sister the eye when the doors closed.  Alone
for a moment, she opened her bag and began fumbling
through lipstick tubes and credit cards for
her keys.  She pressed the button for the fourth floor. 


     On the fourth floor, Kristina left the elevator
and turned right, looking for her room. Glancing at the
key, she frowned.  "I thought I was in room 431."  She
chalked this one up to champagne memory loss and
reversed direction, looking for her room.

     Only two tries and she was able to unlock the
door.  Kristina looked around the room, sensing that
something was not quite right.  For one thing, Kristina
was almost positive she had left her ski clothes on the
radiator to dry.  Perhaps housekeeping removed them. 
How nice of them, she thought.  She headed to the bed,
turning the coverlet down.  She tossed her handbag on
the nightstand and turned to the bathroom, ready for a
hot bath.  

     They both startled at the sight of each other,
Kristina letting out a dreadful little squeak. 
He stood at the bathroom door, a towel draped around
his hips.  He was fresh from the shower.  
Water was still beaded on his smooth chest and his damp
hair curled at the nape.  

     Kristina was speechless.  "Oh!  Oh, my . . .
please forgive me.  But this is the key the hotel
gave me.  I'll take care of this right away."  Kristina
quickly turned away from the nearly naked
man, shaking with shock.

     "Haven't we met?"  He said.

     Kristina paused.  She nodded to herself, biting
her lip in deep thought.  Amanda.  She turned back to
the man and studied him.  A smile spread on her ruby
lips.  She loved her sister and her practical jokes. 
But this time, instead of Kristina tricking Amanda into
the room of Butch Rameson from college, Amanda had
tricked Kristina into the room of Adonis.  "I don't
know.  Have we?"

     He stepped closer.  Kristina couldn't help but
worry that the towel was going to fall from his
straight hips and so her eyes flashed to the only piece
of material keeping him from being totally naked in
front of her.  The outline of his penis was evident
against the terry cloth.

     "Kristina.  Am I right?  Nick.  We met on the
slopes.  It seems you needed some private
lessons."  He said.

     "Nick.  How could I forget?"  She nodded, a
playful gleam in her green eyes.  "Private lessons?
Yes, I could definitely use those."  She took a
tentative step back towards the bed.  The down
comforter caressed the back of her knee.

     Kristina knew what she wanted from Nick.  She knew
the first moment they met.  Of course, she fantasized
about many men she met.  Only a choice few were able to
make it this far.  Although she had a healthy appetite
for sex, she wasn't one to pursue a man greedily.  But
this time the fates were smiling down on her.  This
time she would get exactly what she wanted.  And
it was Christmas, too.  How convenient.

     Kristina snaked her foot around her lower leg,
teasing up and down the tensed muscle of her calf with
the sexy red shoe.  This made her hip cock slightly to
the left.  The allure of an exaggerated curve drew his
eyes downward.  Her eyes fell to his rising cock
threatening to loosen the towel from his body.  She
could only hope, anyway.

     Nick gripped her around the waist, still admiring
her lithe body.  He stepped closer.  With
each approving look from his smoldering eyes, she felt
more luscious, ready, blood pounding with anticipation
at what would happen next.  "You said you had a wish
for Christmas, but that it took time . . . " He
murmured in her ear, brushing his clean shaven chin
against her earlobe. " . . . I have a lot of time." 
 
     Kristina purred in his arms, pressing her hips
wantonly into his.  She recognized the baby blue eyes
of Santa from that evening.  She arched her neck back
and growled in delight as he began to nibble, bite and
suck.  Her skin was so pale, nearly translucent.  No
doubt he could see the blood pumping hungrily through
her veins, the rhythmic pulse at the base of her neck. 
His hands traveled up and down her back.  She writhed a
little in his grasp.  She moaned softly when
his hands traveled from her slender waist to cup her
ass in his large hands.  She wanted to open
her legs for him right there, wrapping them around his
waist, grinding into him.  By her actions
Nick continued his attentions.

     Gently he lifted her against him, easing her onto
the bed.  Her deep green eyes fell to the
towel which had slipped from his waist and now lay
forgotten and useless on the floor.  For now. 
She took in the size of his cock. The circumference was
enough to choke her.  She was dying to
find out if she were right.  

     The flirtatious smirk left the handsome planes of
his tanned face.  She smiled at the way his hair stood
straight up, blonde and stiff.  Probably the way his
hair was cut, she mused.  No matter what he did, it
would always lay the same.  Her attention traveled to
his long arms and muscled shoulders.  His chest was
broad and bare, not one hair grew across the expanse of
warm skin.  Brown fur grew between his legs, his huge
erection standing proud, a drop of precum
glistening on the tip.  Gold hair dusted his large
thighs and calves.  Adonis in a Santa suit.  Or out
of it.

     His palm glanced her thigh, easing the hem of her
dress higher.  He stroked her skin there, the skin
above the stocking, plucking casually at the straps
holding her stockings up.    Nick lay on his side,
slowly feeling Kristina's legs, drifting to her belly,
feeling her breasts beneath the fabric of her red
dress.  His thumb dragged across her erect nipples a
few times before he lowered his mouth onto hers.  Their
lips touched, warm and soft, pressing into each other. 
She nibbled at his lips, licking with the tip of her
tongue, groaning her pleasure.  She loved to kiss.  

     Lips touched and whispered, a tongue slid into a
mouth, being met and caressed by another tongue. 
Kristina moved beneath him, eager to feel him inside
her.  Nick took his time, bringing Kristina into a
frenzy with his hands.  His thumb eased beneath the
crotch of her panties and stroked her golden mound. 
She was alive, like a spark eager for its life breath
to explode into brilliant flame.  He stoked her fires
with each kiss, each touch, each sensuous glide of
fingers over swollen pussy flesh.  She was wet and
oh-so-horny.  It didn't surprise her when he inched
lower and buried his head between her legs, teasing her
panties with his teeth and hot breath.  She
writhed.  And groaned.  This was going to be so good,
she thought.

     She opened her legs even wider, pulling the hem of
her dress well above her waist.  Knees bent, she looked
down at the top of Nick's head and eased her fingers
into his short hair.  Those long, tanned fingers had
pulled the crotch of her pantie s aside now, exposing
her glistening sex for his admiration.   He wasted no
time in lowering his head and glorious tongue into her
cunt.  He
tongued her clit, tracing circles before dipping into
her wet tunnel.  She could not keep still.  She
cried out as his rhythm became faster, her hips rocked
harder, his tongue flicked faster and faster
and faster . . . sucking and sucking . . . harder . . .
faster . . . "Oh Nick . . . I'm going to come!" 
The deep vibrations started, warming her thighs and
bottom, creating a quake from the center of
her being radiating to each limb, each fingertip.  

     She eased her grip on his hair, relaxing her
thighs.  Her breath came in ragged puffs.  Nick
looked up from between her legs, a sultry smile on his
wet face.  
     Languidly she pushed herself up to her elbows,
eyeing him hungrily.  "That was so . . .
incredible.  But I have something for Santa."

     "Now tell me, St. Nick, have you been a bad boy
this year?"  Kristina slowly rolled to the
side, pushing herself up into a half reclining
position.  The strap of her dress slipped from her
shoulder and exposed most of her breast and a barely
perceptible smudge of pale areola.  

     Nick sat back, resting on his elbows.  His cock
was very erect, very hard and very thick. 
"Oh yeah.  Very naughty."

     Her dress, now unzipped, was pulled over her head
and tossed aside.  Her small breasts, upturned thick
nipples, pale as applebutter and nearly as soft, drew
his attention.  She cupped each breast, offering to
him.  But not too quick.  First she touched her finger
to Nick's lips.  "Suck it."  Nick sucked in her finger. 
Her green eyes darkened, the lids became heavier as she
continued her seduction.  She traced her wet finger
around one of her nipples, then the other, watching in
delight as they hardened to long points.  She loved
touching her breasts, rolling the nipples around
her thumbs and forefingers.  She pushed them together,
rising up on her knees.  Nick untied the
strings holding her red silk panties on, tossing the
bit of fabric to the floor.  Kristina knelt before
him, lusty, legs spread, pale bush and stiff little
clit.  Her hands continued to work her breasts. 
Nick groaned and touched himself.  Kristina smiled and
began to crawl towards him.  He watched
her approach, his hand still slowly pumping his cock.  

     "No, no . . . that's for me."  Kristina purred,
going down on Nick.   His thick cock barely
fit into her mouth.  She tongued the glistening head,
sucking up the salty precum while one of her
dainty hands worked his shaft, the other hand massaging
her own breast.  Nick leaned farther back
on his elbows and watched, a groan or two escaping
between words of encouragement.  Kristina
worked his shaft, pumping and moaning, opening her
mouth and inching just a little more of him
deeper into her throat.  She could feel his release
building.  His hips rose off the bed and tensed. 
Kristina bobbed her head up and down on his shaft and
expertly worked her mouth and throat. 
"Look out. . . I'm coming."  Nick groaned out in
warning.  Considerate of him, but she just
happened to like swallowing.  

     She buried her head deeper into his crotch,
stroking and pumping until the first spurts of
semen hit the back of her mouth.  Suck, swallow, suck,
swallow.  She devoured him.

     They both lay back in each others arms, coming
down from the afterglow.  Kristina continued to stroke
his shaft lightly, splaying her fingers across his
belly and testing the weight of him in her palm. 

     Nick ran his fingers along the sensitive flesh on
the side of her breast.  Up and down he touched,
rubbing his thumb over the hard nipple.  Before long he
took the erect point in his mouth and began to suckle
and rub his body against hers.

     Kristina opened her legs for him easily.  Nick
smiled down at her with a wolfish grin. 
"You have definitely been a good little girl this
year."  He said before thrusting himself deep, deep
inside her.

***

     Kristina gathered her skis.  She was having a
difficult time juggling the poles and skis. "Excuse me,
Kristina?  Here, let me help you."  Nick pounced on
her, taking the skis.  Kristina smiled, a little
flirtatiously.

     "Are you ready for your lesson today?  It seems
that I will be your instructor."  Nick said. 
He paused a moment seeing Matthew running towards him. 
"Whoa, whoa, don't run buddy. 
You'll slip and fall."  Nick knelt down and clasped the
little boy around the shoulders, taking a
minute to zip up his coat.

     "Guess what?  I'm going to the blue slopes today
with my dad.  Remember?  You said I could."  Matthew
grinned, skipping after a man waiting for him by the
lift.  They both waved at Nick.  Nick waved back.

     He turned back to Kristina with a smile.  "You
see?  I taught Matthew to ski.  We'll have
you off the bunny slopes in no time."  He guided
Kristina to the new snow.

     Oh yes.  This is definitely the best Christmas
ever, all thanks to St. Nick.

     Merry Christmas to all and to all a very good
night.