Sleigh ride Stories

Mrs. Claus sat at the kitchen table, quietly fuming and sipping her third glass of Bodacious. Santa had returned home, exhausted and spent, and went straight to bed without even glancing at his scantily-clad and eager-to-share-her-beaver Mrs. Bastard. Saves up all year to travel the globe, emptying his sack everywhere but here. Housewives, widows, single women of all ages and sizes, but doesn’t keep a dribble for me. Well...