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It's got cub sex, so you have been warned.","writing":"Jeffrey knew he was going to get in trouble for this; he was being naughty. He had heard something in the living room, and he'd snuck out of the dormitory at St. Jude's Home for Wayward Boys. It was several hours past lights out. Mr. Meaney, the home's old boar of a director, had been up for a couple of hours, but even he had gone to sleep. There should've been no one awake or about in the halls, but Jeffrey had heard something...it had sounded like a jingling.\n\nFor a moment, he thought it must be a burglar, but then he wondered why on earth a burglar would rob an orphanage. They really didn't have anything to steal And then, despite the fact that, at twelve years old, he was becoming something of a doubter, another thought stole into his mind...another awesome possibility to consider. On this night, of all nights, there was just the slimmest chance that it could be someone wonderful.\n\nHe crept as quietly as a mouse, his feet encased in the fuzzy red socks that Mrs. Meaney had given him for Christmas last year. Another seeing him would've taken him for a shadow...unkempt black hair over a round grizzly bearcub face...he was a slightly skinny bearboy, body rounded by bits of babyfat that puberty hadn't claimed yet. He wore a red union suit - hey, he might be a doubter, but it didn't mean that he wasn't happy to be a little festive - vented in back for his tailtuft. He quietly made his way down the stairs, slipped to the doorway of the living room, and peeked in.\n\nHe saw the dilapidated couches, the old TV, the shelves full of out of date magazines and half-ruined books. He saw the rather flimsy aluminum Christmas tree, lights already built in, strung unevenly with cheap tinsel. He saw the packages under the tree, wrapped with plain brown paper...they were all either socks and underwear from the Meaneys or handmade gifts they'd created for each other. He'd made a clay statue of a monkey for Terry, an older black bear boy who he really liked. These were all things he'd seen before, and none of them were what caused him to gasp and stare in awe.\n\nStanding before the tree, inspecting the gifts, was a huge polar bear. He was a big, burly fellow with white fur and a white, bushy beard and moustache around his muzzle. He was wearing a red suit of fine velvet, trimmed with white fur. He had big black boots with silver buckles and a matching belt. He wore no hat, but a wreath of holly was perched on his head. His face was so bright and merry as he turned to look at Jeffrey that the boy wasn't afraid, even though he knew he probably should be.\n\nThe big bears eyes twinkled, and he gave a wink. He crouched down and opened his arms. Despite himself, Jeffrey ran to him, hugging tightly, feeling the older bear encircle his body in a warm bearhug. \"There's my special lad,\" the man said in a deep, rich voice. \"Hello, Jeffrey. You've been very good this year...up til now, that is.\" He said, tickling the cub's belly through his suit.\n\nJeffrey giggled. \"Wow...you're really him, aren't you? You're Santa Claus.\"\n\nThe man smiled. \"I prefer Nick, really, but everyone knows me as Santa.\" He lifted Jeffrey easily in his arms and walked to the couch, sitting, setting the boy in his lap. \"Now...you've written me every year since you could write. And you're always so good...you never ask me for anything...just inquire after me and the Missus and the reindeer.\" He smiled, rubbing Jeffrey's chest, gently. \"And I know, in your heart, you truly believe in me, despite some small doubts creeping in.\" He smiled as Jeffrey blushed. \"Now, now, son...don't you worry. Doubt happens. But you've kept a good attitude, despite some bad things happening to you. I'm proud of you, Jeffrey lad.\"\n\nJeffrey felt warm all over, knowing Santa was proud of him. \"But...so...why're you letting me see you, Santa?\"\n\nNick's eyes twinkled again. \"Because tonight, you're going to be granted a very special wish...one I know you've longed for.\"\n\nJeffrey's heart skipped a beat. \"What...are you going to...?\"\n\nNick smiled, touching Jeffrey's nose, lightly. \"I'm going to give you a family.\"\n\nJeffrey felt the tears shining in his own eyes. \"Oh...oh, Santa! Oh, thank you!\" He hugged the big man, hard. \"I've always loved you, Santa. Ever since I was little.\"\n\nNick smiled. \"I know...I love you, too, Jeffrey.\"\n\nJeffrey blushed under his fur. \"No...I mean...I really love you. I...I've been thinking about you...when...when I...\"\n\nNick chuckled. \"Ho ho! Yes, I know! And don't think I'm not flattered.\" He smiled. \"Hmmm...makes it seem like maybe you'd like another rather special present, hmmm?\"\n\nJeffrey blushed deeply...then slowly nodded. \"Can I...show you what I think about when I do it?\"\n\nNick smiled. \"I already know, dear cub. But yes...I'd like that, very much.\" He leaned back on the couch, putting his arms up on the couch's backing. \"Milk and cookies are nice, but it's the special favors from children that really keep me going.\"\n\nJeffrey slipped out of Santa's lap, tugging on the big belt, finding that it came away more easily than he expected. The velvet pants, also, were no great feat to open, and a rising musk and a bulge in them told him that Santa was excited to see him, too. He opened the pants, as Santa lifted his hips to help him get them down. Jeffrey giggled at Santa's boxer-briefs which were red and silk with a border of holly leaves in green thread. \"The Missus makes 'em for me,\" Nick said with a grin and a wink. Then he skinned them down, letting his big bear cock pop out.\n\nJeffrey gazed at it in awe...the first grownup cock he'd ever seen. It was black, emerging from a white-furred sheath, and the tip was fat and mushroom shaped. It was musky and warm-smelling, and when Jeffrey took it in his paws, he found just how hot it was to the touch. Nick leaned back again, groaning softly at the boy's light touches. Jeffrey was fascinated with the hard but yielding nature of it, and he stroked it a while, exploring its contours under a pearly droplet appeared at the tip. He blushed, leaned in, and lapped it up. It tasted heavenly, like cinnamon and rich cream. He leaned forward, closing his muzzle around Santa's cocktip, and suckling gently.\n\nNick laid one huge but gentle hand on the boy's head, caressing his ears. \"My sweet little Jeffrey. Ohhh, yes. Such a good boy. So nice, being so naughty with your friends.\" Jeffrey blushed...it was true that he would occasionally have fun with one of the older boys...though never the coveted time alone with Terry. He bobbed his head, gently, as Santa's hand directed. The leaking precum was ambrosia for the cub, and he suckled, both hands holding the shaft gently, then one sliding down to feel the big bear's balls as they dangled.\n\nNick smiled, caressing the boy. Some boys, he knew, needed special presents...and it was time for this one, and the other he had come to visit...to get them.\n\nJeffrey kept suckling, even as Nick stood up. He guided the cub to keep working his lips and tongue over the fat head of his cock, even as he moved to the edge of the couch. Jeffrey leaned over the armrest, suckling at Santa's candy cane as the big bear stood there, crooning to him. Nick took a little bottle from his pocket and reached back, over Jeffrey's body, as he opened it. Jeffrey felt Santa's warm fingers open the buttons of his union suit and peel the flap back to expose his rear. Then he felt something delightfully warm oozing down over his bottom and tail. \"Messy, messy, Nick,\" Santa scolded himself, chortling. But then Santa's thick fingers began to massage the substance into Jeffrey's tailhole, dipping and rubbing against it. Jeffrey arched his back...it felt wonderful. His head swam from the taste in his mouth and the rubbing under his tail. The smell of fresh gingerbread seemed to be filling the air.\n\nNick pressed a finger to the bearcub's hole and pushed, slowly. The hole resisted a bit, then yielded, coaxed by the lubrication, warmth, and pressure. Jeffrey groaned, the sound muffled by Santa's thick cock, which was pushed even deeper now, and the finger found its way in, sinking deeply into warmth and tightness. The finger stroked and teased, easing in and out tenderly. Then a second finger joined it. Jeffrey's head was swimming, and he felt intoxicated, but he knew he wanted more. Was Santa planning on taking him from behind, too? That was one thing he had resisted the temptation to do...but it wasn't what Nick had in mind.\n\nJeffrey was first aware of the other boy in the room when someone knelt on the couch behind him. He wanted to turn and look, but he couldn't with Nick's hands, newly returned to his head, holding him in place. He looked up at Nick, who smiled, gently. \"Don't worry, son...\" the big bear said, and Jeffrey tried to relax. He felt new paws touch along his sides, gently, then slide over his rump. He felt a body slide into place on top of his...it was one of the bigger boys. Then a voice he knew whispered in his ear, \"I've wanted to do this since you first smiled at me.\" It was Terry! Jeffrey's heart melted, and he eagerly pushed back, groaning, as Jeffrey slipped into the smaller cub's boyhole.\n\nNick smiled, caressing Terry's face and then Jeffrey's. He held on, thrusting into the little grizzly's muzzle, as he felt his big balls drawing up. \"This is for you, Jeffrey love,\" he moaned. \"your first gift this year. Ho...ho...Ho!\" Nick pulled back, holding the tip just inside Jeffrey's mouth. Jeffrey began swallowing as the richest, warmest, most delicious seed he'd ever tasted flooded his muzzle. It was custard and raspberry jam and cinnamon and egg nog and every delicious thing he could think of, flooding into him, shot by shot. The boy gobbled it, eagerly, feeling his belly rounding, his frame filling out, wondering at it.\n\nTerry hugged Jeffrey from behind, thrusting awkwardly and inexpertly. The black bear was a roiling mass of hormones...he had been for a couple of years now. He'd been a troubled kid, tossed from foster home to foster home...until he'd come to St. Jude's. When he'd met Jeffrey, he'd wanted to love and hold the younger boy...to be a big brother...a lover...a friend...but somehow the pair of them had never found the time to be together, to his frustration. He knew Jeffrey played sexually with some of the other boys, and it made him think that maybe Jeffrey didn't want him...but then...tonight...he'd heard the jingle of harness bells from above and what might've been the sound of reindeer hooves. Then he'd heard the soft talking and moaning from the living room. He'd snuck down in just his undies, since he'd noticed Jeffrey's bed empty, hoping to coax the boy into playing. Finding him like this...with Santa! And all lubed and presented to him...well, it was too much to bear. He'd mounted quickly, and now he thrust eagerly, feeling his balls tucking up already.\n\nNick tapped Terry's nose. \"Remember,\" he told the boy. \"It's better to give than to receive.\"\n\nTerry blinked...then he smiled, wrapping his arms around Jeffrey. He found the younger boy's bouncing cock and began to stroke it, making Jeffrey moan loudly around the polar bear cock he was sucking. Nick smiled, stroking Jeffrey's hair, his cock still drooling small driblets of cum into the boy's muzzle. Jeffrey was groaning really loudly now...and then the youngest bear gave a shuddering grunt and came, a few dribbles leaking over Terry's paw. This aroused Terry even more, and he hammered away at Jeffrey's ass until he clamped his jaws on Jeffrey's neckscruff, stopping himself from crying out as he hit his own orgasm.\n\nNick smiled, looking down at the two panting boys as he gently eased his hips back, stealing his cock back from the little grizzly's muzzle. He pulled up his boxers and pants, then re-belted himself. He smiled at the boys. \"Now...I need to give both of you your other gifts.\"\n\nTerry groaned. \"There's more?\" Both boys giggled.\n\nJeffrey looked back at Terry as Santa rummaged in his sack of goodies. \"That was my first time,\" he whispered.\n\nTerry blinked. \"First time...getting mounted?\"\n\nJeffrey nodded. \"I've stroked some guys...taken it in my muzzle...but never taken it back there.\"\n\nTerry smiled, softly. \"I'm glad it was with me.\"\n\nJeffrey nodded, eagerly, a smile sneaking out across his muzzle. \"So am I.\"\n\n\"Aha!\" said Nick, turning around with two nearly identical wrapped presents. \"These are for you.\"\n\nThe boys slowly disentangled themselves and sat up on the couch. It was already stained...a few more stains wouldn't make any difference. They opened their presents, surprised to find that they weren't toys but cute suits, like Nick's, but smaller, and made in green instead of red. They looked to the big bear for explanation.\n\nNick smiled. \"I said I was giving you a family, Jeffrey. My family. And Terry, for that matter.\" He smiled. \"I want you boys to come back with me to my workshop. I want you to be elves.\"\n\nThey both blinked, then Terry snorted. \"Elves? But aren't they magical creatures?\"\n\nNick smiled. \"Yes, in a way. They're the boys and girls who need my love the most. I take them to my home, and they become part of my family. You'll never grow any older...just wiser and happier...and you get to help make wonderful toys for everyone in the world...and play with as many toys as you like yourselves.\" He smiled. \"What do you say?\"\n\nThe boys looked at each other, then grinned, and began hurriedly putting on the suits. They weren't completely identical to Nick's...they featured vests instead of jackets and the pants were rather short and snug, showing off rumps and packages. But they were comfortable. Nick smiled, took Jeffrey by the hand and picked up his sack of presents. He led them up the chimney and out on the roof. He introduced them to the reindeer and showed them how to feed them pieces of crushed candy cane. Their tongues tickled the boys' hands and made them giggle. Then he took them to his sleigh, lifting them into it and bundling a thick blanket around them. \"Alright, my lads. Let's deliver these gifts, then it's back home for cocoa and cake and the merriest Christmas Day that you've known in a long, long time.\"\n\nSanta gave a call to his reindeer, and they rose into the sky, under a Christmas moon. Terry put his arms protectively around Jeffrey, who snuggled close, and both knew that they had found family and a place to belong.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Jeffrey knew he was going to get in trouble for this; he was being naughty. He had heard something in the living room, and he'd snuck out of the dormitory at St. Jude's Home for Wayward Boys. It was several hours past lights out. Mr. Meaney, the home's old boar of a director, had been up for a couple of hours, but even he had gone to sleep. There should've been no one awake or about in the halls, but Jeffrey had heard something...it had sounded like a jingling.
For a moment, he thought it must be a burglar, but then he wondered why on earth a burglar would rob an orphanage. They really didn't have anything to steal And then, despite the fact that, at twelve years old, he was becoming something of a doubter, another thought stole into his mind...another awesome possibility to consider. On this night, of all nights, there was just the slimmest chance that it could be someone wonderful.
He crept as quietly as a mouse, his feet encased in the fuzzy red socks that Mrs. Meaney had given him for Christmas last year. Another seeing him would've taken him for a shadow...unkempt black hair over a round grizzly bearcub face...he was a slightly skinny bearboy, body rounded by bits of babyfat that puberty hadn't claimed yet. He wore a red union suit - hey, he might be a doubter, but it didn't mean that he wasn't happy to be a little festive - vented in back for his tailtuft. He quietly made his way down the stairs, slipped to the doorway of the living room, and peeked in.
He saw the dilapidated couches, the old TV, the shelves full of out of date magazines and half-ruined books. He saw the rather flimsy aluminum Christmas tree, lights already built in, strung unevenly with cheap tinsel. He saw the packages under the tree, wrapped with plain brown paper...they were all either socks and underwear from the Meaneys or handmade gifts they'd created for each other. He'd made a clay statue of a monkey for Terry, an older black bear boy who he really liked. These were all things he'd seen before, and none of them were what caused him to gasp and stare in awe.
Standing before the tree, inspecting the gifts, was a huge polar bear. He was a big, burly fellow with white fur and a white, bushy beard and moustache around his muzzle. He was wearing a red suit of fine velvet, trimmed with white fur. He had big black boots with silver buckles and a matching belt. He wore no hat, but a wreath of holly was perched on his head. His face was so bright and merry as he turned to look at Jeffrey that the boy wasn't afraid, even though he knew he probably should be.
The big bears eyes twinkled, and he gave a wink. He crouched down and opened his arms. Despite himself, Jeffrey ran to him, hugging tightly, feeling the older bear encircle his body in a warm bearhug. "There's my special lad," the man said in a deep, rich voice. "Hello, Jeffrey. You've been very good this year...up til now, that is." He said, tickling the cub's belly through his suit.
Jeffrey giggled. "Wow...you're really him, aren't you? You're Santa Claus."
The man smiled. "I prefer Nick, really, but everyone knows me as Santa." He lifted Jeffrey easily in his arms and walked to the couch, sitting, setting the boy in his lap. "Now...you've written me every year since you could write. And you're always so good...you never ask me for anything...just inquire after me and the Missus and the reindeer." He smiled, rubbing Jeffrey's chest, gently. "And I know, in your heart, you truly believe in me, despite some small doubts creeping in." He smiled as Jeffrey blushed. "Now, now, son...don't you worry. Doubt happens. But you've kept a good attitude, despite some bad things happening to you. I'm proud of you, Jeffrey lad."
Jeffrey felt warm all over, knowing Santa was proud of him. "But...so...why're you letting me see you, Santa?"
Nick's eyes twinkled again. "Because tonight, you're going to be granted a very special wish...one I know you've longed for."
Jeffrey's heart skipped a beat. "What...are you going to...?"
Nick smiled, touching Jeffrey's nose, lightly. "I'm going to give you a family."
Jeffrey felt the tears shining in his own eyes. "Oh...oh, Santa! Oh, thank you!" He hugged the big man, hard. "I've always loved you, Santa. Ever since I was little."
Nick smiled. "I know...I love you, too, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey blushed under his fur. "No...I mean...I really love you. I...I've been thinking about you...when...when I..."
Nick chuckled. "Ho ho! Yes, I know! And don't think I'm not flattered." He smiled. "Hmmm...makes it seem like maybe you'd like another rather special present, hmmm?"
Jeffrey blushed deeply...then slowly nodded. "Can I...show you what I think about when I do it?"
Nick smiled. "I already know, dear cub. But yes...I'd like that, very much." He leaned back on the couch, putting his arms up on the couch's backing. "Milk and cookies are nice, but it's the special favors from children that really keep me going."
Jeffrey slipped out of Santa's lap, tugging on the big belt, finding that it came away more easily than he expected. The velvet pants, also, were no great feat to open, and a rising musk and a bulge in them told him that Santa was excited to see him, too. He opened the pants, as Santa lifted his hips to help him get them down. Jeffrey giggled at Santa's boxer-briefs which were red and silk with a border of holly leaves in green thread. "The Missus makes 'em for me," Nick said with a grin and a wink. Then he skinned them down, letting his big bear cock pop out.
Jeffrey gazed at it in awe...the first grownup cock he'd ever seen. It was black, emerging from a white-furred sheath, and the tip was fat and mushroom shaped. It was musky and warm-smelling, and when Jeffrey took it in his paws, he found just how hot it was to the touch. Nick leaned back again, groaning softly at the boy's light touches. Jeffrey was fascinated with the hard but yielding nature of it, and he stroked it a while, exploring its contours under a pearly droplet appeared at the tip. He blushed, leaned in, and lapped it up. It tasted heavenly, like cinnamon and rich cream. He leaned forward, closing his muzzle around Santa's cocktip, and suckling gently.
Nick laid one huge but gentle hand on the boy's head, caressing his ears. "My sweet little Jeffrey. Ohhh, yes. Such a good boy. So nice, being so naughty with your friends." Jeffrey blushed...it was true that he would occasionally have fun with one of the older boys...though never the coveted time alone with Terry. He bobbed his head, gently, as Santa's hand directed. The leaking precum was ambrosia for the cub, and he suckled, both hands holding the shaft gently, then one sliding down to feel the big bear's balls as they dangled.
Nick smiled, caressing the boy. Some boys, he knew, needed special presents...and it was time for this one, and the other he had come to visit...to get them.
Jeffrey kept suckling, even as Nick stood up. He guided the cub to keep working his lips and tongue over the fat head of his cock, even as he moved to the edge of the couch. Jeffrey leaned over the armrest, suckling at Santa's candy cane as the big bear stood there, crooning to him. Nick took a little bottle from his pocket and reached back, over Jeffrey's body, as he opened it. Jeffrey felt Santa's warm fingers open the buttons of his union suit and peel the flap back to expose his rear. Then he felt something delightfully warm oozing down over his bottom and tail. "Messy, messy, Nick," Santa scolded himself, chortling. But then Santa's thick fingers began to massage the substance into Jeffrey's tailhole, dipping and rubbing against it. Jeffrey arched his back...it felt wonderful. His head swam from the taste in his mouth and the rubbing under his tail. The smell of fresh gingerbread seemed to be filling the air.
Nick pressed a finger to the bearcub's hole and pushed, slowly. The hole resisted a bit, then yielded, coaxed by the lubrication, warmth, and pressure. Jeffrey groaned, the sound muffled by Santa's thick cock, which was pushed even deeper now, and the finger found its way in, sinking deeply into warmth and tightness. The finger stroked and teased, easing in and out tenderly. Then a second finger joined it. Jeffrey's head was swimming, and he felt intoxicated, but he knew he wanted more. Was Santa planning on taking him from behind, too? That was one thing he had resisted the temptation to do...but it wasn't what Nick had in mind.
Jeffrey was first aware of the other boy in the room when someone knelt on the couch behind him. He wanted to turn and look, but he couldn't with Nick's hands, newly returned to his head, holding him in place. He looked up at Nick, who smiled, gently. "Don't worry, son..." the big bear said, and Jeffrey tried to relax. He felt new paws touch along his sides, gently, then slide over his rump. He felt a body slide into place on top of his...it was one of the bigger boys. Then a voice he knew whispered in his ear, "I've wanted to do this since you first smiled at me." It was Terry! Jeffrey's heart melted, and he eagerly pushed back, groaning, as Jeffrey slipped into the smaller cub's boyhole.
Nick smiled, caressing Terry's face and then Jeffrey's. He held on, thrusting into the little grizzly's muzzle, as he felt his big balls drawing up. "This is for you, Jeffrey love," he moaned. "your first gift this year. Ho...ho...Ho!" Nick pulled back, holding the tip just inside Jeffrey's mouth. Jeffrey began swallowing as the richest, warmest, most delicious seed he'd ever tasted flooded his muzzle. It was custard and raspberry jam and cinnamon and egg nog and every delicious thing he could think of, flooding into him, shot by shot. The boy gobbled it, eagerly, feeling his belly rounding, his frame filling out, wondering at it.
Terry hugged Jeffrey from behind, thrusting awkwardly and inexpertly. The black bear was a roiling mass of hormones...he had been for a couple of years now. He'd been a troubled kid, tossed from foster home to foster home...until he'd come to St. Jude's. When he'd met Jeffrey, he'd wanted to love and hold the younger boy...to be a big brother...a lover...a friend...but somehow the pair of them had never found the time to be together, to his frustration. He knew Jeffrey played sexually with some of the other boys, and it made him think that maybe Jeffrey didn't want him...but then...tonight...he'd heard the jingle of harness bells from above and what might've been the sound of reindeer hooves. Then he'd heard the soft talking and moaning from the living room. He'd snuck down in just his undies, since he'd noticed Jeffrey's bed empty, hoping to coax the boy into playing. Finding him like this...with Santa! And all lubed and presented to him...well, it was too much to bear. He'd mounted quickly, and now he thrust eagerly, feeling his balls tucking up already.
Nick tapped Terry's nose. "Remember," he told the boy. "It's better to give than to receive."
Terry blinked...then he smiled, wrapping his arms around Jeffrey. He found the younger boy's bouncing cock and began to stroke it, making Jeffrey moan loudly around the polar bear cock he was sucking. Nick smiled, stroking Jeffrey's hair, his cock still drooling small driblets of cum into the boy's muzzle. Jeffrey was groaning really loudly now...and then the youngest bear gave a shuddering grunt and came, a few dribbles leaking over Terry's paw. This aroused Terry even more, and he hammered away at Jeffrey's ass until he clamped his jaws on Jeffrey's neckscruff, stopping himself from crying out as he hit his own orgasm.
Nick smiled, looking down at the two panting boys as he gently eased his hips back, stealing his cock back from the little grizzly's muzzle. He pulled up his boxers and pants, then re-belted himself. He smiled at the boys. "Now...I need to give both of you your other gifts."
Terry groaned. "There's more?" Both boys giggled.
Jeffrey looked back at Terry as Santa rummaged in his sack of goodies. "That was my first time," he whispered.
Terry blinked. "First time...getting mounted?"
Jeffrey nodded. "I've stroked some guys...taken it in my muzzle...but never taken it back there."
Terry smiled, softly. "I'm glad it was with me."
Jeffrey nodded, eagerly, a smile sneaking out across his muzzle. "So am I."
"Aha!" said Nick, turning around with two nearly identical wrapped presents. "These are for you."
The boys slowly disentangled themselves and sat up on the couch. It was already stained...a few more stains wouldn't make any difference. They opened their presents, surprised to find that they weren't toys but cute suits, like Nick's, but smaller, and made in green instead of red. They looked to the big bear for explanation.
Nick smiled. "I said I was giving you a family, Jeffrey. My family. And Terry, for that matter." He smiled. "I want you boys to come back with me to my workshop. I want you to be elves."
They both blinked, then Terry snorted. "Elves? But aren't they magical creatures?"
Nick smiled. "Yes, in a way. They're the boys and girls who need my love the most. I take them to my home, and they become part of my family. You'll never grow any older...just wiser and happier...and you get to help make wonderful toys for everyone in the world...and play with as many toys as you like yourselves." He smiled. "What do you say?"
The boys looked at each other, then grinned, and began hurriedly putting on the suits. They weren't completely identical to Nick's...they featured vests instead of jackets and the pants were rather short and snug, showing off rumps and packages. But they were comfortable. Nick smiled, took Jeffrey by the hand and picked up his sack of presents. He led them up the chimney and out on the roof. He introduced them to the reindeer and showed them how to feed them pieces of crushed candy cane. Their tongues tickled the boys' hands and made them giggle. Then he took them to his sleigh, lifting them into it and bundling a thick blanket around them. "Alright, my lads. Let's deliver these gifts, then it's back home for cocoa and cake and the merriest Christmas Day that you've known in a long, long time."
Santa gave a call to his reindeer, and they rose into the sky, under a Christmas moon. Terry put his arms protectively around Jeffrey, who snuggled close, and both knew that they had found family and a place to belong.
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