Bah humbug, God! You’re kidding, right? Like, I’ve confessed. Done my penance. On my knees daily, the whole nine yards. You, however? Christ, you’re an all-knowing hard arse. You’ve heard me constantly praying: Lead us not into temptation. Foresaw the Midnight Mass choir’s opening hymn, O come all ye faithful, messing with my mind. Knickers too. For God’s sake, you’re like she was last Christmas. Getting your jollies spot...

Alan and Georgie were finding it increasingly difficult to keep their relationship at arms’ length. Christmas was around the corner and they’d arranged to head up to London for a carol concert in a lovely old church, a meal in a fashionable restaurant, and then a night of passionate fucking at a swish hotel. They met at the station nearest to where Georgie lived and boarded the train for the 45 minute journey into town. I...

Being a Mall Santa is a thankless job. The costume is hot, the beard is itchy, and you always run the risk of a child peeing on your leg. Not to mention, they don't really dry-clean the suit in between Santa's so you end up sitting in someone else's sweat all day. With that being said, it felt good to see the smiles on the faces of those that came to sit on his lap and get a picture taken with the jolly old elf. Santa's N...

Santa was a bit behind this year. His ability to control time allowed him to circumnavigate the globe all in a single evening, bringing joy to all who believed and celebrated this wonderful joyous holiday. The sleigh touched down on a roof in Cincinnati. He emptied his sack of presents which meant that all the presents for this home had been delivered. The stockings were full and the house was asleep. As he looked for the...

“Halló, ég heiti Annika Bergström,” the tall young woman said to the matronly desk clerk as she removed her knit cap and shook out her long blonde hair. “Hæ, Annika! Har þu herberginu?” Annika laughed. “Talar þu Sænskar? Eða Engelsk?” “Not Swedish, but of course I speak English,” the desk clerk tittered. “My name is Sigga. Have you a room booked for tonight, Annika?” “Yes, thank you.” “Ah, here it is, a cosy ground floor...

I had barely arrived home from my Christmas break at college when Mom started peppering me with questions about Christmas gifts. Eager to get her to drop the subject, and to make sure that I didn't get a bunch of stuff I didn't want, I agreed to go with her to a local outlet mall. My name is Leah and I am twenty-two. I have light brown hair, although it is sometimes sandy blonde if I lighten it, I weigh one hundred and te...

"I'm 17, mom. I'm too old to sit on Santa's lap," I whine, rolling my eyes. "Come on, just take a photo, sweety." I sigh, praying none of my friends are anywhere nearby to watch this humiliation. My seven-year-old brother hops off Santa's lap, laughing, as the middle-aged man in the red suit with a fake beard pats his knee, looking up at me. I step forward, tugging my mini skirt down as I prepare to sit. Leaning forward,...

"Ho Ho Ho!" "What did you just call me!?" "I'm sorry dear, it's hard to get out of the habit," Santa smirked at Mrs. Claus. "You know I don't mind when you get fresh with me," she slapped him on the behind when she walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. "Hmm, we should try something extra naughty tonight then... It's almost Christmas Eve, we need to celebrate!" "Good idea honey, what do you suggest?" Mrs. Claus s...