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NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only --  so don't read it if you
don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real
and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let
me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something
that I REALLY like), you can reach me at ... but I can't
promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real
life! san

     by Sue

It had been a terribly long and tiresome day of shopping at the mall, trying to
take care of all of the Christmas presents that I had left ‘til the last
minute. Having just hauled all the packages out to my car, I decided
impetuously that I too deserved a present for myself, so I headed back into the
mall with only a half hour to go until closing time. As I walked from the car
to the shoppers entrance, a few light snowflakes dusted my jacket and tickled
my nose... it was the first snow of the year, just in time for the big day.
Anyway, I decided to head straight for the Victoria’s Secret shop, where I knew
I’d find some seductive and slinky lingerie and nightgowns that would keep me
warm in bed at night, one way or another (if you know what I mean).

With only a couple of days to go until the big event, the mall had been
jam-packed with crazed consumers. But now, as the minutes ticked away toward
the end of the day, the stores were emptying, and I had to fight my way against
the stream of traffic funneling through the doors to the parking lot. When I
made it to Victoria’s, the last customers were paying for their purchases, and
I headed straight for the silk nighties. I grabbed a bright red one and headed
for the dressing room. As I stripped down out of my work-a-day clothes and
pulled on the oily-smooth teddy, I felt the tension flow out of my body, and my
libidinous side came out of hiding. I hadn’t felt even a tiny tendril of
sexiness all day, but suddenly, I was enveloped with a powerful rush of
excitement, tingling through my skin. My hands took on a life of their own,
rising up my flanks and massaging my breast through the slippery silk. My
nipples instantly hardened into gumdrops, and I twisted them. I guess that I
started daydreaming, since I sort of lost track of time as I got totally into
the luxurious and sultry feeling of the sheer fabric on my flushed skin.

“Ma’am, I heard you moan in there. Is everything OK? I just wanted you to know
that we are closing in five minutes, so if I can help you with anything, please
let me know soon.” That snapped me out of my reveries. So I told the anonymous
voice that I was fine, and that if she would bring me a velvet body suit to try
on, it would save me the time of changing into my clothes again. She said not
to worry, that there was no one else in the store except her and another sales
woman, so I could feel free to come on out to choose what I wanted to try. When
I did come out into the display area, I felt somewhat embarrassed and
self-conscious, for the teddy was really a size or two too small for me, and it
was stretched across my breasts, showing my jutting nipples. When I walked over
to the rack with the bodysuits, I could feel the strip of red silk pulling up
into my crotch. Even though there were only two employees in the store, I felt

My embarrassment was tinged with a bit of exhibitionism, and quickly, my
bashfulness transformed itself into brashness. Despite the fact that I knew
that the teddy was way too small, I asked the women at the counter if they
would tell me if it looked good on me. They both came over and made a great
show of examining me. They complimented my figure and how the texture of the
silk corresponded to my skin and long blond hair. They mentioned how the teddy
“colored me beautiful,” which is tired old sales jargon in women’s clothing
stores. One of the women asked me to turn around, and she stood behind me and
adjusted the spaghetti straps on my shoulders (which momentarily pulled the
crotch up higher!). The other smaller woman circled in front of me and kneeled
down, saying that it did appear that the teddy might be too tight in the
crotch. Then she reached forwards. With her dainty fingertips, boldly grasped
with her dainty fingertips the lace edging right near cunt and pulled the
fabric down, literally pulling it out from the damp folds of my labia.
Something was cooking, both in these young ladies minds, and also in the hot
cauldron of my libido... I could actually smell the bittersweet scent arising
from my crotch.

The woman behind me said “You know, I think you look great in this, and I’d bet
anything that you wear this kind of thing a lot, don’t you?” 

“Yes, I do. It makes me feel different, more free and sensuous,” I replied.

“We both overheard you moaning and sighing while you were in the dressing room,
and we know that you were beginning to enjoy yourself more that our average
customer, if you know what I mean! So, we were wondering... I mean if we aren’t
being too forward.... would you be interested in joining us for a little
after-closing party here in the store. We’ve already invited a special guest
who deserves a special holiday treat. In fact, he should be here any minute, as
soon as he gets off duty. You could be our present to him.” And they both kind
of giggled and winked at each other.

Well, what the hell, I thought.... all these Christmas obligations and the
grinding  effort of shopping had kind of worn me out. And after all, I did come
back into the mall to treat myself to a little self-indulgence. Now I was going
to get more than I bargained for.

No sooner than I had nodded my assent to their invitation than I heard a deep
throated voice from the hallway outside the store. “HO, HO, HO. Are there some
folks in there who wish to receive their presents?”

One of the women grabbed something from one of the racks and shoved it into my
hands, whispering to me to put it on in the dressing room and come on out when
they called. I dashed back into the back rooms while hearing them invite the
gentleman into the back portion of the store. I could hear the metal grate
being pulled over the front entry to the store. I quickly skinned the teddy off
of me, and looked myself over in the mirror. My skin was still rosy pink, and
my nipples were still hard. My sparse golden pubic hair was tangled, and around
my cunt, the moisture had matted the hair flat. I reached down and combed my
fingertips through that hair to sort of fluff it up a bit, and I couldn’t help
but take a moment to tease my clitoris for just a couple of strokes. Then I
picked up the package that I had been given. It was one of those
almost-transparent body stockings that Victoria’s is always advertising. I
suppose that I had been tempted to buy it on occasion, but it seemed too
frivolous. Now I made haste to get it on. Actually, it took a few minutes, for
I had to bunch the whole thing up like an accordion, and gradually spread it up
my legs, then over my hips, and finally up to my shoulders. When I stood up to
check it out, I was amazed by the effect. It really didn’t look very much like
a piece of clothing -- more like I had been painted with translucent paint, and
tattooed with black floral designs. My aereolas and nipples could be seen
plainly, with the pink color and all the tiny bumps telegraphing though the
nylon fabric. The bulge of my mons rose from the juncture at the top of my
thighs, and the patch of hair was clearly visible, creating a crinkly texture
on the surface. When I let my knees separate a little, I could see a brighter
pink groove form in the material. The total effect was to make me appear (to my
own subjective eyes) taller, more svelte, more mysterious, more wanton.... I
felt like a vixen, a cunning libertine. 

I was ready. I began to reenact the caresses that I had given myself when I
tried on the teddy, and was not surprised to find my nipples still as big an
rubbery as before. I dragged my fingernails over the nylon sheathing, and the
texture of the material created a barely-discernable vibration in the flesh of
my breasts. Looking down, I could see my chest heaving with the anticipation of
what was to come. My fat nipples were encircled by the imbroidered lace floral

When I let one hand slide down the slippery and insubstantial fabric, my
fingers homed in automatically on my cunt, and I could feel the heat and
moisture exuding into the dark nylon. If the two women hadn’t called for me at
that moment, I might have lost all self-restraint and started to masturbate
right there in the dressing room.... but I responded to their beckoning and
walked back into the display floor. There in the room that was dedicated to
bras, panties, bustiers, and so on, was a scene that I won’t soon forget.

Next to an elaborately decorated Christmas tree, a Victorian-style armless side
chair had been placed in an open area of the floor, and seated in it was the
mall’s Santa Claus impersonator. He still had on all of his regalia: hat,
beard, bright red outfit, black belt, and black boots. Beside him was a canvas
sack, bulging with box-like shapes. And he was still playing the part to the
hilt, with a twinkling smile and deep-throated voice. You’d think he would have
been sick of it after a long day of kids, whining and begging for all the
latest expensive toys. But he seemed quite happy to continue his role playing
for a while longer.

Of course he had some incentives, such as the two sales women, each sitting one
of his widespread legs. Although they were each obviously in their
mid-twenties, they were acting like cute little teenagers, giggling and
bouncing up and down. And they had taken off there blouses and skirts, and were
now clothed only in some of the sexiest and most revealing undergarments that
Victoria’s had to offer. The one with the long wavy red hair had on a black
satin and lace merry widow, with a lace-up front closure that served to cinch
in on her waist and push up on her large, soft breasts, creating a deep and
dark cleavage. Her nipples were covered, but clearly showed through the lace.
Her aereolae were incredibly wide and red. Black net stockings covered her taut
muscular legs, and were held up by garter belts that drew my attention to the
fact that her ass cheeks were fully exposed by the itsy-bitsy strip of satin
that formed her thong panties, which insinuated itself into the crease of her
rear. One of Santa’s hands was rubbing up and down her back, and occasionally
following the arrow of the thong, tickling her rear.

The other sales lady had short black hair, fluffed up with gel into a spiky
arrangement. She was wearing a dark purple two-piece lounging pajamas, made of
semi-transparent satin. Where the loose fitting material actually made contact
with her skin, the plum color was transmuted into a dusty rose. The filmy night
shirt closed up the front with big wide-spaced buttons. The pants were boxer
style, with really wide, fluttery hems that were short enough to reveal most of
her thighs. Santa’s other hand snaked around her back and under her armpit, so
that he could cup and fondle her smaller, pert breast. Each of the women had an
arm draped over Santa’s shoulder, and they were holding hands behind his neck.

“Santa,” said the thinner, black-haired woman, “we have a special present for
you tonight, for surely you have been a very good boy all year, and you’ve been
working so hard to take care of everyone else. This gorgeous lady here has
agreed to be our gift to you....” (more giggling.)

“HO, HO, HO, its gonna be a VERY merry Christmas this year” laughed Santa.

“But before you open your present, we were hoping that you might grant us our
wishes -- ooops, I forgot, you aren’t the Genie -- that you might give us the
presents we want so much.”

“Oh, Santa knows what you want most of all,” he said, and with that he reached
behind the redhead into his bag, and pulled out two brightly wrapped boxes,
covered with frilly little bows. Jiggling around on his knees, they tore open
their packages and simultaneously held up their rewards. They both had received
vibrators, in the shape of life-like cocks. But they were different. The one
held by the redhead was 5 or 6 inches long, jet black and shiny smooth. When
she turned it on, it emitted a high-pitched hum, and the end of the dildo
twitched back and forth in a rapid wandering oscillation. The woman with the
short black hair proudly held up an ivory colored vibrator that was huge. The
working end of it was maybe 10 or 11 inches long, and it was fat around as my
forearm. At the base was a wide flange from which protruded a rounded nub,
clearly intended to stimulate someone’s clitoris. When turned on, this vibrator
pulsed in and out with a slow pumping rhythm that extended and shortened the
length a couple of inches. The clitoral stimulator twirled around a pivot point
in the same relentless and methodical pace.

I suggested to the women that they must have received the wrong presents, for
certainly the big redhead should have receive the larger instrument, and vice
versa. But Santa interjected “Oh no, I know what I’m doing, I never make that
kind of mistake. So why don’t you two amuse yourselves while I open my present.
Perhaps Sue will understand your gifts better in a little while.”

I had only a moment to wonder how this Santa impersonator new my name, when my
attention was drawn back to the scene before my eyes. Both women reached down,
their hands colliding as they groped deep into the shadowy folds of Santa’s
crotch. With all the cushioning that was part of his costume, I thought they
would have trouble finding their target. But they laughed some more, and the
thinner woman said “Golly, Santa, what is this thing we have found in your
pants? If I’m not mistaken, it looks like you brought along one of your tools
from the workshop.” Looking right at me and winking, she then said to me,
“isn’t that what YOU asked for this Christmas? Come and get it.” And they
hopped off his lap and stretched out on the carpet a couple of feet in front of
Santa’s boots.

Finally, I got my chance to be part of the action at this party. I strode over
to stand between Santa’s feet, and reached out to start unbuttoning his thick
red chamois shirt. By the time I had unfastened him down to his tummy, I
realized that this actor didn’t need to be fitted with padding for this job. He
was the perfect natural shape for playing Santa Claus. His chest was covered in
a dense forest of snow-white curls, and his belly was broad and layered with
fatty rolls. When I unbuckled his shiny black belt and unzipped his pants, he
lifted his hips and allowed me to pull his pants down to his knees and over his
boots. He wore no underwear at all. Compared with the immense size of the rest
of his body, I expected that his cock would be comparatively much smaller, for
that has been my past experience with the huskier men that I have been with.
But Santa’s cock was proportional to the rest of his physique -- very big and
broad and soft. It lay ponderously off to one side, rooted in a bouquet of more
bushy white hair. He was not circumcised and his skin sheathed his cock in a
pale, loose wrap of wrinkled skin. It was very natural looking and alluring, I
was surprised by the aroma that was emanating from his crotch. I had prepared
myself for his being sweaty and pungent, given that he had been wearing this
heavy outfit all day while kids climbed over his lap... but instead, I smelled
the delicate fragrance of apple blossoms and almonds, with maybe a hint of
balsam fir! 

Fascinated by this unexpected pleasure, I immediately dropped my face down into
his crotch, and licked up the length of his flaccid penis, burying my fingers
of one hand into the luxuriant pubic hair and finding his large testicles. What
before I was perceiving through my nose, now I was tasting with my tongue, and
it was deliciously sweet and fruity. Maybe all the sugar that made Santa so fat
was seeping out through the bountiful flesh of his cock. I wanted to savor more
of this wonderful flavor, so I brought my mouth up to the head of his cock and
sucked the flesh into my mouth. I let the tip of my tongue insinuate itself
into the opening of his foreskin, and here the sweet taste was so much stronger
than before, a syrupy liqueur almost like amaretto. This was his precome!
Amazing. I slurped this incredible elixir deep into my mouth, imbibing the
savory essences, and the rotund cock which produced them. 

Santa was only human, so my hungry mouth-massage was having a predictable
effect on him. His cock was so large in its relaxed state. Now, I could feel it
getting warmer as it became engorged with an extra flood of his blood. Within
the sucking vacuum of my mouth, the head of his cock swelled and pushed out
from the end of the foreskin. I had the image of a flower blossoming in
time-lapse film. Even more appropriate to the season, I had lthe vision of his
“sugar plum” dancing in my head. So, with some reluctance, I pulled my head
back to view the effect of my licking and sucking. His pale flabby cock had
become a hard tube of pink flesh, glistening with the intermingled secretions
of my saliva and his precome. His penis had definitely gotten into the spirit
of things. The flavors and smells were almost intoxicating, and I attempted to
bring my mouth back to the feast.

But Santa prevented that by touching my chin and tipping my head back so that
he could look into my eyes with a soulful, penetrating gaze that made me feel
safe and strong. With the last hold on my rational mind, I knew that the
twinkling in his eyes was caused by the flashing tree lights next to us, but I
let myself believe that the twinkling came from deep inside his wise soul. I
then let go of all remaining grasp of reality, and allowed the illusion of
making love with a real Santa to take hold of me completely.

“HO, HO, HO, time to open my present,” said Santa, and he laughed with a
mirthful chortle that made the fatty rolls of his belly wobble and shake like
the proverbial bowlful of jello. Then he put his hands gently on my sides and
guided me back into a standing position. Then he turned me around so that I was
facing away from him, and toward the two women who were entangled with each
other on the floor before us.

Which should I tell you about first? The incredible scene in front of me, or
the fell of Santa’s patient hands as he stripped off my limpid bodysuit. They
impacted my senses simultaneously, but I must describe them one-at-a-time. So
lets start with the two women, for since I had last paid any attention to them,
they had figured out what to do with Santa’s presents.

The redhead was laying on her back, and she still had on her merry widow, but
her meaty breasts had exploded out of the containment of the stiff cups of the
brassiere, and were displaying their broad dark aereolae and the hard
protruding nipples. Her thong panties were lying on the carpet near her head,
but her garters and stockings were still intact. Her knees were raised and her
thighs were splayed wide apart. I was struck by the image of her garter straps
strung tautly above her groin, like precarious rope bridges. These black lines
framed the view of her crotch, which was mounded with the luxuriant pelt of her
pubic hair. So much of that hair, as red as the hair atop her head, spreading
up toward her deep navel, and down beneath her cunt around her asshole. Not
that I could see that far, for my vision was blocked by the big white dildo
that the thinner woman had received from Santa. It may have been hers to own,
but it was meant to be used to pleasure her partner, for she had her hand on
the flange and was manipulating the angle of penetration to best stimulate the
depths of the redheads cavernous vagina, and to apply pressure firmly to her
clitoris. The pistoning action of the vibrator set up ripples in the pliant
flesh of the redhead’s tummy, and the slowly revolving end of the clitoral
stimulator flipped methodically over her clitoris, causing her thighs to twitch
in synchronous rhythm. She was obviously deeply enjoying the stimulation of the
vibrator, which was being so expertly applied that I could only assume that
these two women were most familiar with each other’s bodies. 

As for the disposition of the woman with the spiky black hair, she was
certainly the more energetic and masculine of the pair. Her lithe body was
totally naked except for a thin gold chain around her waist. She was kneeling
next to the redhead, with her feet near her partners head, and focusing her
attention on managing the dildo that was literally fucking her friend. Her free
hand was playing with her own small breast, twisting and tweaking the pointy
nipples that seemed to mimic the spikes of her hair-do. And she was also being
stimulated by the other smaller dildo, which was being held into her vagina
from behind by her friend. This was the kind of vibrator that is meant to
stimulate the hidden G spot, and apparently it was finding its target, for the
thin woman was gasping and panting -- just as her friend was moaning and

I had never personally watched two women making love. It was fascinating to see
how attuned they were to each others needs and quirks. I caught myself thinking
that they were the similar to the age-old stereotype of lesbian pairings: the
dominant with the submissive. In any case, they knew what worked for them, and
I felt so happy for them.

While all this was going on in front of me, Santa was massaging my back and ass
cheeks, keeping my own sexual passion at a high idle. He eventually took hold
of the shoulder straps of my body stocking and pulled them down over my arms,
then continued to skin the nylon down my body, reversing the maneuvers that I
had completed in the dressing room. The material caught momentarily on the nubs
of my nipples, then peeled all the way down so that I was standing in a pool of
shimmering nylon. I kicked the stocking aside, and commented puckishly that
Santa was supposed to be stuffing stockings, not emptying them. He took that as
a challenge, and reached over to a nearby rack to take a pair of pink silk
panty hose, which he unwrapped. Noticing his hands, I could see that his
fingers were  broad and strong, and they were covered with rough callouses and
even a few splinters that caught in the sheer silk. He had the hands of a
carpenter, I thought to myself. Perhaps that is his job in the off-season

Then he explained, “I think I know what you want for Christmas, too, young
lady, and I’ll put it into this stocking if you’d like.” And with that, he
rolled the material of the hose down onto his pulsing hard cock. The head of
his cock pushed up into the toe of the stocking, almost filling the space. He
milked the length of his penis from the balls up to the head, and big gush of
precome percolated out, oozing right through the porous material. There was
enough of his fragrant secretions to lubricate the whole upper half of his
silk-sheathed pillar of hard flesh. And I knew that he had what I wanted in
that stocking, and that it was time to hang the stocking inside the fireplace.

When I stepped forward a foot or so, he pulled his knees together, and then I
spread my legs and backed up to his. I had to get up on my tip-toes to get my
cunt high enough, and then I felt him brush the head of his cock back and forth
through the folds of my cunt. He used one hand to manipulate his cock, and with
the other, he lifted up on my buttocks, taking some of the weight off my
stretching legs. I reached down over my tummy and extended my fingers over the
head of his cock, pushing it against my set and swollen clitoris. It felt so
good, and the friction of the greasy silk was an unexpected thrill. I rocked
back and forth on the balls of my feet to increase the stimulation, and then I
guided his cock back a little more so that it was poised at the entrance of my

“Santa, even if it isn’t exactly the phrase that you normally use, I want you
to stuff me with your stocking. That is what I want for Christmas, and that is
the gift that I can give to you.” And with that, I slowly relaxed my legs, and
then let my knees buckle, so that my weight drove my cunt down toward his furry
groin. He was incredibly big and wide, so it took a real effort to keep my
vaginal muscles from tensing and tightening around the plump invader. But I
willed myself to accept his cock deep into my body, and eventually, I felt his
prodigious tummy cushion my descent. I let my shoulders fall back onto his
chest,and I reveled in the furry warmth of his embrace as he enveloped me with
his huge warm arms, crossing his wrists over my chest so that his wrapped over
my breasts. The bumps of his coarse callouses stimulated my nipples as he
caressed my flushed flesh. My head lolled back into his full white beard, where
I again recognized the sweet fruity odors that I had first smelled in his
crotch. Reaching back and around his neck, I was able to gain some leverage,
and I used it to lift my hips up a few inches, letting part of his bloated cock
be unsheathed. I could feel the texture of the saturated, slippery silk as it
rubbed against the tissues of my vagina and labia, stimulating every cell
withing my canal. 

After holding that position for a few moments, I again let my hips fall, and
then I began a lifting and dropping motion that gradually increased in pace. I
felt my clitoris being touched lightly, and I assumed that Santa had reached
down with one hand to make sure that I was taken care of.. but both of his
hands were accounted for on my two breasts. Picking up my head from the nest of
Santa’s beard, I saw that the dark-haired woman had changed positions, so that
she was now kneeling at Santa’s feet, with her small breasts laying on his
knees, and her hands were playing in our intermingled crotches. One set of
fingers was toying with his balls, and the other was flitting side-to-side over
the wide spread folds of my cunt, flipping the puffy lips back and forth, and
flicking over my clitoris. Her partner had changed positions as well, so that
she was actually sitting down onto her vibrator, forcing the ivory colored
plastic stalk as deeply as possible into her cunt, with the nub hard against
her clitoris as it pistoned in and out mindlessly. She continued to hold the
smaller buzzing dildo past the tightly clenched ass cheeks of her friend, so
that it twisted and bumped against her sensitive G spot. The four of us were
connected like a necklace of popcorn and cranberries strung together for the
Christmas tree.

And we were all four of us ready to pop some corn, so to speak. Even as my
clitoris and breasts were being massaged so expertly, I was able to maintain my
instinctive fucking motions up and down on Santa’s sweet candy cane. And
judging by the increased volume and pitch of the womens’ guttural bleatings and
groans, I knew that they were close, too. The climactic moment for me was
hastened when I watch the thin woman crane her neck forwards, so that she could
use her tongue to lap upwards along the surface of Santa’s wrinkle balls, past
the bunched up silk of the panty hose, and up over the slip-sliding juncture
with my vagina. And then up further so that she flipped over the pouting knob
of my clitoris. Up and down she slurped, and up and down I pistoned my hips.
The two vibrators pulsed and danced within the grasping cunts of my two new

And then we were all orgasming together. The timing was just one more of this
evening’s miracles. I turned my face around so that I could kiss Santa, finding
his lips instantly in the thick forest of white curls. As I thrust my tongue
between his lips and behind his teeth, I could feel the pulsing waves of my
climax electrifying my body from my toes to my fingertips. Santa’s hands slid
down to my hips, and he lifted me into a stationary position and then
repeatedly drove his cock deep into my fiery open hearth, filling me completely
with his humungous silk-sheathed tube of flesh. He was panting and grunting
into my mouth as I continued to French kiss him. The force of his jets of semen
were muted by silk condom that he wore, but I could feel the combined liquids
of our spendings dripping down into the crease of my ass, and the smell of
spicy eggnog filled my nostrils. The sounds of our other two companions filled
the air, letting us know that they too had finally reached some mind-blowing

After the time-stopping feelings of such an intense orgasm gradually washed
away, my body became totally limp, as did Santa’s cock. It slipped out of my
cunt, and my hips slid to the side. I fell to the floor into a tangled heap of
arms and legs and heaving breasts and moist crevices that together formed the
joined bodies of all three of us women, as we drifted off into dream-land. Smug
and satisfied smiles adorned our faces, I’m sure.

Our reveries were eventually interrupted by a rattling of the metal grate at
the front of the store. A nasally voice called out:

“Hey there, girls, let me in, won’t you. I thought we were on for some
late-night fun and games. I’m sorry that I’m so late, but some kid puked on my
outfit, and I had to clean it up so that I’d be ready for tomorrow. But really,
I’m ready to go now. Please don’t keep me waiting. You promised...”

I lifted my head from the soft pillows of the redhead’s breasts, and looked
over the pile of pink skin and shadowy valleys. Through to the front of the
store, I could see the security gate, and on the other side of it stood a young
man with white boxer shorts and a big pad of foam rubber taped to his chest to
give his body the appearance of fatness. A fake beard hung from one cheek, and
his skinny arms pushed on the grating as he continued to implore my new friends
to open up, to let him in....

So if this whining little guy was supposed to be the guest of honor for
PERFECT GIFTS TONIGHT...? When I turned my bleary gaze toward Santa’s seat, it
was empty. On the floor next to the chair were a pile of orange peels, an empty
milk glass, and a note:

“I took the silk stocking as a souvenir. You all have taken such good care of
my North Pole. So next year, you may expect my gifts for each of you will be
even more magical and joyous. But PLEASE don’t tell Mrs. Claus. Let this be our
Victoria”s secret!!!  ~~~~~~  Peace and Love, Santa.”

As I read this message with widening eyes, I heard the distant clatter of
dancing hooves and the jangling of sleigh bells through the ceiling. And even
more dimly, I heard:

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. HO, HO, HO, ho, ho, ho......”

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