Xmas

You stare at the large outline hiding below the dress between your legs. This is all out of hand, the tv, karen, the challenge.. maybe you havent been very good this year.

"Sorry.. i uh have to go," your voice shakes a little as you respond to her.

"Ok sugar plum, i will see you on december 25th." She speaks slowly as you struggle to climb off her lap. You take a few steps towards what you believe to be the exit. "You should expect a white chrismas, a very, white christmas."

"Wait what?" You stutter turning back to see her again, but.. the chair is empty. Confused you exit the closed area, kicking some fake snow out of the way. Bustling elves, loud christmas music, and kids screaming fill your ears again. You search around for a staff member to question.

"Excuse me?" You yell to a short frustrated looking elf with curly brown hair.

"Dude what!?" She stops to get a better look at you, your pale expression clearly visible. "Arent you a little old for santa?"

" i just saw mrs. Claus.. is that normal?" You ask.

Her concerned look turns back to annoyance, "mrs. Claus, dude come on get out of here. Why were you coming out of storage? You know what just get out of here."

You are utterly confused, "but i just met.." before you can finish the elf rushes back to work. Staring confused, everything looks normal at this point.. but.. you just met mrs. Claus.. yet.. did you? Shaking your head clear you start to leave the area.

Jing

You stop walking as youve stepped on something. Leaning down you see two jingle bells adorned with mistletoe with a candy cane in between and a small note covered in festive decoration.

"Dear Dougie,

On Christmas eve Santa will be out bringing all the good girls and boys gifts. I will be visiting the older naughty boys who just need their stocking stuffed.

On the stroke of midnight jingle my bells and Ill cum down your chimney for the holidays. With enough luck we can make it a toasty chestnut. Wishing you a very white christmas.

• Mrs. Claus"

It was real! You grasp the bells and note and depart the area, your heart pounding. This is all too weird, i think.. its time to go home.

The next few hours go by like a blurr, your mind picked you up, took you home, fed dinner. At dinner you are still grasping the bells in your hand.

"Mom.. have you ever heard of Mrs. Futa Claus?" You ask your mother over the meal.

"Mrs. Futa Claus?... umm.." lisa trails off in thought. "I think.. when i was a kid i remember girls at school telling boys that if they didnt put out theyd be visited by a futa santa. Break them of their prude ways, a gift to all futa." She smiles remembering her childhood fondly, "just a story but it did get me laid around the holidays more than once." She blushes as she continues to remember. "Oh johnie didnt want to then after the holiday break all of a sudden, bam. He was wild in bed, really fucked his brains... oh god sorry!" Lisa stops abruptly forgetting who she was talking to.

You avoid eye contact as you finished dinner. Its not real though right?.. laying in bed that night you shove the note into a drawer.. and hang the bells over your bed.

Its not real but just in case you think as you fall asleep.