Christmas Eve

 

Emma always wanted to meet Santa. So like every year she made cookies and sat by the fireplace. Only this year, she wasn’t sure if she was on the naughty or nice list. She’d discovered alcohol, weed, pills and sex; She’d moved in with her boyfriend. Those things probably put her on the naughty list. However, she’d rescued her cat Luna from the streets. So maybe she's on the nice list. 

Thus, she sat by the fire, drinking whiskey, washing back pills and smoking weed. The little fur ball didn’t quite understand the appeal of the vile water, weird grass, and other things her two legend friend ate. But the cat liked the effect they had on her. Sure she be came embarrassingly clumsy, but enough of it, and shed behave like a cat-sheding the fake fur, and moving on for legs. 

Suddenly, there was a soft jingling sound, and Emma's heart skipped a beat. Was it possible that Santa was finally here? She held her breath, hardly daring to believe that her childhood dream was about to come true. And then, as if in a dream, a figure dressed in red and white stepped into the room, his eyes twinkling with merriment.

"Emma," he said in a deep, jovial voice, "I've been watching you all year.” Emma's eyes widened in disbelief as she realized that Santa knew everything about her. Her heart began to race as she waited for his verdict.

"You've made some questionable choices this year, my dear," Santa continued, his gaze softening. "But I see the kindness in your heart, the love you have for little Luna. That, more than anything else, tells me that you belong on the nice list.”

“Sssang yoo sanna,” Emma slurred, standing, swaying. “I'm nod onna naughdy lizz fer genn wayssed?” she asked.

“No, my dear, you’re an adult. Santa doesn't mind,” a bulge forming in his pants.

Even in her state, Emma noticed. “Oh, sanna, sssang yoo.  Iss sooo nish t' nowe yoo approve,” she said stumbling forward. Luna scapered away, as Emma fell to her knees undoing Santas pants. “Ummmm, whad a nish canny cane,” Emma commented befor sucking his shaft. 

“Oh, Emma, you’re so naughty. But it feels so nice. Ho, Ho, Ho.” Her boyfreind told her.