Bent over, wiggling and singing, she laid a plate of cookies and warm milk on the table to satisfy tradition. Her smile broadened when a pair of hands grabbed her waist and pulled the naughtily captioned garment aside.

“Baby, you couldn’t wait.”

Her cavern was breached by a stiffer, thicker pole than usual but she paid no mind.

“He really loves these shorts!”

Her bottom slammed against the attacking pelvis loudly until the flooding began and suddenly ceased.

“Ho-ho-ho!” a deep voice bellowed.

She looked behind quickly to vacancy.

“Baaabe?” a call from upstairs.

“Wait, was that…? Nooo.”