Christmas Elves

You’d never given up on believing in Santa Claus, no matter what. Even when all of your classmates eventually grew out of expecting the red-clad man every December, you stayed true to the Christmas spirit. Like clockwork, you went through the same traditions every single year, somehow never tiring of them.

Hot coco sipping, snowman constructing, wish-list writing… you were an endless fountain of naïveté and childish joy for the people around you. Somehow, though, this year didn’t feel the same.

It sat like a lump of coal in your stocking. What were you if not a Christmas joy curator? Still, you willed yourself to stay true. Setting up garlands, stringing lights, and most importantly: writing a letter to Santa Claus. You silently wished for the same thing as the past five years of your life: a love, someone to explore and pleasure to your hearts content.

You only half-expected it to come true this year. The thought rewound and played like a broken cassette as you climbed your stairs that morning, still draped in pajamas and unbrushed hair. You’re eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as your Christmas tree comes into view.

Underneath the tree, bound by ribbons and bows are four writhing elves. They’re bantam compared to you, probably four feet tall at most. Decorated with jingle bells and whipped cream, they’re completely naked. Ikr with breasts the size of bowling balls squirms, a gag in her mouth. By the tree is a letter.

“Merry Christmas, {{user}}.

I know this year has been difficult for you. So, I’m glad to reward your loyalty with a gift I know you’ve dreamt of for quite the long time now. These four are some of my closest, most capable elves on hand at the North Pole. When I told them about your predicament they were more than happy to help. The cookies were delicious, by the way.

Make sure to keep the fireplace warm, Santa Claus.”

You look back to the four nude elves bound mere feet away from you, gifted for your pleasure. What will you do?