The 2023 Christmas Special, Part 1

December 24th, 2023

Night had fallen on Amethyst Shore. One night in particular, actually, that night being December 24th, which is, of course, Christmas Eve. It was getting late, around eleven or so at night, nearing Christmas Day.

All through the Holland house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. With the exception of one single person, everybody else was fast asleep.

Dana was in Jace’s bed tonight, and both Holland twins were sound asleep, Dana’s petite body curled up against Jace, his arm draped over his small sister.

In the master bedroom, Jeremiah Holland slept on, totally unaware of his wife’s absence from bed.

Danielle Holland was the one still awake, and she was downstairs sitting in the living room, drinking some tea and wondering why she couldn’t sleep.

She was wrapped in a warm fluffy robe, a robe covering up a thin tank top and lacy panties. Her legs and feet were bare, and her blonde hair was a little messy at this time at night. She stared at the twinkling Christmas tree, her mind wandering.

What was it with her and her friend group being unhappy with their husbands? Danielle had suggested some festive fun in bed to Jeremiah and she’d been shot down before she’d even gotten halfway through the suggestion. Rachel was bored in her marriage, and Claire had never even gotten married.

What sort of curse had they enacted upon themselves that they could never be happy with their love lives? It was utterly baffling. They were all three gorgeous women, why hadn’t they found perfect men? She just wished she had made a better choice of husband all those years ago.

It was this that Danielle was contemplating when she heard thuds upstairs. Tilting her head back curiously, she wondered who was awake. Probably Jace, if she had to guess. He was the one who was usually awake late, texting Amy or his girlfriend.

But she didn’t hear anything else, so she figured he was just using the bathroom or something, albeit very noisily.

But then she heard a strange sound, like a whistling. A wind was blowing, and the fireplace whooshed out. Danielle jumped to her feet in surprise, and a second whoosh filled the room. Danielle opened her mouth to shout, but then the fireplace crackled back to life and Danielle could see a man standing there.

A rather heavyset man, she’d confess, with a long white beard, little black eyeglasses, a red hat, a red and white jacket, red pants, white gloves, and heavy black boots. Over his shoulder was a sack, and he had a pipe sticking out of his mouth.

“What the hell?” Danielle whispered, and Santa Claus smiled.

“Danielle. I haven’t seen you in a long, long time.” he said knowingly.

“You’ve- you’re- why?” Danielle asked. “You come every year. Why haven’t I seen you in twenty years?”

Santa chuckled, and Danielle felt like a girl again. Twenty years ago, eighteen year old Danielle Franklin had been visited by Santa Claus, just like this night, almost. Things had gotten a little… interesting that visit, and Danielle wondered if he had the same thing in mind tonight. She hoped so.

“The missus wasn’t too happy with me after our night together.” Santa admitted. “She thought I was going to leave her for a younger model.”

“You’re serious?” Danielle asked, amazed.

“Oh, yes.” Santa said gravely. “The old missus had plenty of venom about that sort of stuff.”

“Santa Claus is a player.” Danielle shook her head, and couldn’t resist laughing.

“I’m a bachelor now.” Santa grinned, and Danielle’s eyebrow raised.

“Oh yeah? No more Mrs. Claus?” Danielle teased.

“Nah, the old hag ran off with an elf in June.” Santa shook his head. Danielle blinked, unsure if that was a joke or not, but he didn’t seem to be laughing.

“Oh. I’m- I’m sorry, Santa.” Danielle said, but Santa laughed.

“Now why would you be sorry? This is the best thing to happen to me in eons!” Santa chortled, and Danielle snorted.

“Fair enough. I wouldn’t mind an escape from my marriage some days either.” Danielle said, and Santa winked.

“I know. That’s why I’m here. Life’s a bit boring in the North Pole without a Mrs. Claus.” Santa said. “And then I get signaled from an old friend, wishing she wasn’t married to her boring prick husband.”

“Signaled from- you can hear my thoughts?” Danielle asked in shock.

“Hear your wishes.” Santa clarified. “You wished you had made a better choice of husband when you were a teenager, and well, I can’t grant you that, but I can give you a do over.”

“You’re serious? You want me to marry you?” Danielle asked, astonished. “We had one night together twenty years ago.”

“There would have been many more if the missus hadn’t started doing ride alongs to make sure I stayed celibate on Christmas Eve.” Santa grumbled, and Danielle covered her mouth with a hand to avoid laughing. “I wasn’t going to bother you tonight, Danielle, I swear, but well… I heard your wish, and it was the first year I could answer it.”

“This is crazy.” Danielle shook her head.

“I’ve always gone a little extra with the gifts to you and your kids.” Santa admitted. “Only way I could do something for you.”

“I… appreciate it.” Danielle blinked. Was she dreaming? After that first night twenty years ago, she’d sort of figured she was dreaming, but now there was a very real, very not-dream Santa Claus proposing to her.

“So… about the marriage? I sort of have to run, I’m on a bit of a schedule.” Santa admitted.

“Right! You have to… visit… every house in the world.” Danielle blinked at the absurdity of this conversation.

“Yep, that’s it.” Santa nodded. “I’ve only got a few thousand left, should be done in the hour. I’ll be back for you at midnight… if you’re coming.”

“I…” Danielle froze, and she looked up, at the upper floor which housed not just her husband, but her children. “What about my kids?”

“They can come visit anytime.” Santa shrugged. Danielle chewed her lip. She looked back down at Santa.

“Let me go pack a bag.” she said, and Santa broke out into a grin.

“Pack warm.” he replied.

———

Danielle went upstairs and packed a bag, throwing some warm clothes into a duffle bag and then she came back downstairs and set it down on the rug in the living room.

She then went and grabbed a pen and some paper and began to write some letters to Jace, Dana, Jeremiah, and one for them to give to Daisy when she got back from the trip she’d gone on with Ariel and the Barnes family.

It took her quite a while to figure out how to explain this batshit situation, but she drafted out the four letters, then decided to quickly write a fifth one to her parents, and then she sealed up the envelopes and set them on the kitchen counter, and by that time it was just about midnight. At 11:59, the thud happened again. Whoosh, no fire. Whoosh again. Then the fire crackled back on and Santa stood there.

“You actually packed a bag.” Santa said in surprise.

“Did you doubt me?” Danielle asked, walking up to him, smirking. She’d changed into jeans and a sweater, and she had a puffy winter coat draped over her duffle.

“A little. I figured you’d change your mind.” Santa admitted, his eyes on his future Mrs. Claus.

“Well, when I say something, I mean it.” Danielle put her hands on her hips, stopping just short of Santa.

“I see you do. So, Mrs. Claus… are you ready to go?” Santa asked. Danielle grinned, and Santa stepped forwards, wrapped his arms around his busty blonde fiancée, and kissed her. She moaned into his lips, pressing her tits against his chest and letting his gloved hands maul her ass.

Her body had gotten much better since she was a teenager, Santa noticed. With Danielle grinding up against him like she was, he was quite hard in his candy cane striped boxers.

“I am.” Danielle answered, and she grabbed her puffy winter coat, and Santa offered her his hand. She lifted her bag with one hand and placed her hand in his.

“Then let’s go.” Santa grinned.

To be continued on Christmas Day…