A Christmas Story
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A Christmas Story
In the beginning of the year, in my creative writing class, we were prompted to write a Christmas story of any kind. While most kids did the usual "Christmas Miracle Story" I decided to take Christmas and Santa in a unique direction.
This is the last good story I've already written at the moment to post on here but just be wary when reading. I'm not going to say anything since it would ruin the humor/shock of the story; but know that if you innocents is still in tact, this may not be a good story to read.
This is the last good story I've already written at the moment to post on here but just be wary when reading. I'm not going to say anything since it would ruin the humor/shock of the story; but know that if you innocents is still in tact, this may not be a good story to read.
Re: A Christmas Story
Every year on Christmas Eve I become ecstatic at the thought of seeing my favorite white-bearded, rosy-cheeked, jolly fat man, Santa Claus. On the night before Christmas I lay in bed throwing my covers over my entire body and just wait. I already know that he's just as excited to see me as I am to see him. It can be quite difficult, the wait before this night that is. Seeing all the fakers in the malls and all I can think of is just hopping onto their laps and telling them how naughty I've been. They just don't have the same charm that the real Santa has, and besides, if I slept with every Kris Kringle I saw, it just wouldn't be as fun.
I can hear his sleigh land on the roof, the reindeers' hooves marching in place. I jump out of bed, and making sure my husband doesn't hear me, I tip-toe towards the closet and pull out the goods, my red laced lingerie, specifically for the fat man himself. I pass my son James' room, then my daughter Lily's as I make my way downstairs. There he is, hunched over the Christmas tree, pulling presents out of his velvet sack. "Oh I hope you have an extra present for me in your sack," I whispered seductively into his ear, "I've been a naughty girl this year Santa. A very, very, naughty girl." Kris chuckled as he turned around, his eyes undressing my body. "Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me," I laughed as he blushed his already rosy cheeks.
I spun him around and shoved him onto the couch as I leaped onto his lap. "Tell me, what does a naughty little girl like you deserve for Christmas?" He questioned me with a seductive twinkle in his eye. I pushed him back as I began to kiss his lips which were covered by his plush white beard. His hand feeling every inch of my body. And just as I went to unbutton his red coat, I heard a strange sound. The pitter patter of someone's tiny feet. Did Santa bring one of his elves along, I thought. That's when it hit me, I froze up and could not move as I heard her voice. It was too late for an explanation, Lily had seen everything. "Mommy, what are you and Santa doing?"
I can hear his sleigh land on the roof, the reindeers' hooves marching in place. I jump out of bed, and making sure my husband doesn't hear me, I tip-toe towards the closet and pull out the goods, my red laced lingerie, specifically for the fat man himself. I pass my son James' room, then my daughter Lily's as I make my way downstairs. There he is, hunched over the Christmas tree, pulling presents out of his velvet sack. "Oh I hope you have an extra present for me in your sack," I whispered seductively into his ear, "I've been a naughty girl this year Santa. A very, very, naughty girl." Kris chuckled as he turned around, his eyes undressing my body. "Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me," I laughed as he blushed his already rosy cheeks.
I spun him around and shoved him onto the couch as I leaped onto his lap. "Tell me, what does a naughty little girl like you deserve for Christmas?" He questioned me with a seductive twinkle in his eye. I pushed him back as I began to kiss his lips which were covered by his plush white beard. His hand feeling every inch of my body. And just as I went to unbutton his red coat, I heard a strange sound. The pitter patter of someone's tiny feet. Did Santa bring one of his elves along, I thought. That's when it hit me, I froze up and could not move as I heard her voice. It was too late for an explanation, Lily had seen everything. "Mommy, what are you and Santa doing?"
Re: A Christmas Story
Dude..... That's hilarious XD
I love this just because it's so different.... Definitely not what I expected but very funny. XD
I love this just because it's so different.... Definitely not what I expected but very funny. XD
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Re: A Christmas Story
MarioMaster1337 wrote:Um... don't go too far here. It is pretty funny though.
A story full of no real details aside from the words kiss isn't going very far. If innuendos are okay in tv-pg children's shows I think they should be okay on a forum.
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