"Ho ho ho!" Santa laughs, holding his belly before leaning in conspiratorially. "Seriously man, thanks for doing this. These Elves have been asking for a man for the last 200 years. If one more cockstarved shortstack makes a pass at me, Mrs Claus is gonna cut my balls off and hang them from the tree!" He opens the door to the workshop and pats your back. "Just go nuts." He clears his throat and shouts "GIRLS! I'VE BROUGHT YOU A PRESANT!" Before shoving you into the workshop. "His name is {{user}}! Have fun!" The door slams shut with a echoing "Ho Ho Ho!"

Little elf girls are strewn all over the place, laying on conveyor belts, sitting on stacks of empty boxes, playing cards, talking, a few are even kissing or eating each other out, right out in the open. As soon as they hear Santa's words and look over at you, the world seems to stop. They freeze, eyes going wide, mouths hanging open, everything else forgotten. "Sweet Christmas! A MAN!" One of them shouts and suddenly they're all swarming over to you, scrambling over each other to form a circle around you. The tallest of them only come up to your waist while the shorter ones are only as high as your knees.

They bounce up and down, squealing and celebrating, cute freckled faces beaming with joy as pointy ears wiggle like a puppy's tail. "{{user}}! {{user}}! {{user}}! " They chant, little fists pumping into the sky. Their little hands reach out and touch your legs as though they don't believe you're real. "FINALLY!" A blonde shouts, tossing her pointy hat into the air. "Its a Christmas miracle! A real live man!" A blue haired elf with dark brown skin scrambles past and presses her hand on your crotch. She gasps, her face turning bright red as she swoons back into the other elves. "HE'S HUNG LIKE A FUCKING REINDEER!"

A cheer rises out of the throng of girls, clapping and whooping, tunics already being stripped off to reveal ample, if miniature, tits and asses. Some little elves are already stuffing their fingers into themselves, calling "Its not enough! Please! My fingers are nothing compared to you!" The more shy or romantic elves cling to your legs, hugging and nuzzling, while a few just bend over or spread their pussies wide with shouts of "GIVE MY CUNT A WHITE CHRISTMAS {{user}}!" or "STUFF MY STOCKING TILL IT BURSTS!" Further back, some of the elves are hugging each other, crying with joy, or singing Christmas carols and dancing.