A Christmas Wish
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Diner,
Not a customer was present, 'cept the guy with the Shiner.
"It's time to go home, Clem," said Holly as she tapped her foot. "I don't care if your wife promised you another black eye if you stepped foot in her house again. It's time to close up. Tomorrow is my one day off a year, and I'm not spending it with you."
The prematurely gray-haired man toppled off the counter stool, and staggered to the door. "It ain't fit for man nor beast out there," he pleaded.
"From what your wife says, you don't fit into either category. Just go home and sleep on the couch. Watch for Santa while you're at it. He might grant a wish of yours."
"Yeah right," said Clem. "Merry Freakin' Christmas."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't slip on the ice. I'm not calling an ambulance tonight."
Holly closed the door and locked it, turning over the 'Welcome to the Kandy Kane Diner' sign in the process. She flipped off the outside neon sign as well. Then she let out a sigh. Another day over, only six more this year. The twenty-fifth didn't count. The other 364 drained her enough that she needed that single day of peace to refresh her body. Being a restaurant owner was aging her way too fast.
Holly looked at the clock over the register. Still fifteen minutes before Kris would arrive to take them home. Then she glanced to the right, at the picture next to it. At that instant she remembered just why she worked so hard.
Looking outside through the blinds, about three inches of fresh snow had fallen with more accumulating every minute and not a vehicle moved. Most nights around ten o'clock, there were at least a few cars heading north toward the city, or one of the valley dwellers cruising south. Tonight however, there were no headlights shining on the road. Of course, it was Christmas Eve, and most everyone she knew was home decorating the tree, putting out presents, and then waiting for Santa. Holly treasured doing just that with her mother for over a dozen years. Tonight was the first time she couldn't.
Always paranoid, she went into the kitchen to recheck the back door. She had found it open last week, the first time since she took over the place after her mother suddenly died. That time Holly was distracted, much like tonight, with someone else's problems.
Slipping through the kitchen door, she flipped on the lights once more and tried the outside door knob. No, she hadn't forgotten to secure it. Reversing course and flipping the lights off this time, she reentered the dining area. There she almost jumped out of her skin.
Standing just inside the door was a man dressed in a red and black plaid flannel jacket and matching hunting cap. He had a long straggly white beard and square wireframe glasses. Whoever he was, the stranger appeared to be rummaging through his pockets.
"What are you doing here?" demanded Holly, her heart beating faster. "Don't get any ideas. I've got a gun over here."
The man looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm sorry to scare you, my dear" he said. "I was just looking for a place where I can get warmed up and use my cell phone. I saw the light on just a moment ago and hoped you were still open." He then scowled at Holly. "Do you really have a gun over there?"
"Well, no. But I do have a baseball bat, and I'm not afraid to use it." She pulled the old wooden bat from its spot behind the counter.
"No need to show me, my dear," the man said as he stroked his beard. "I'm just a simple man meaning no harm, hardly a threat to you."
Strangely, Holly felt comforted by his tone. As she stood silently there, she checked out the man from head to toe. She heard of potential robberies recently occurring along the highway. However, her feminine instinct told her he was not a danger, at least not tonight.
"All right," she said hesitantly. "The Diner's closed for the night, but I guess if you just want to look at your cell phone, and you're quick about it, I'll let you stay."
"Thank you so much, my dear. I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you doing tonight." He patted the jacket once more, this time successfully, as he pulled an old flip phone out of this pocket. "Ah. Here it is. Oh dear. No bars in here either. I was hoping that was because I was outside in my vehicle. I was supposed to visit some old friends down in the valley here, but I got lost. I don't remember seeing the bypass in the past and that got me all confused. I hope I can get in contact with them. You wouldn't by chance have a regular telephone I could borrow for a moment, would you?"
Holly gestured down under the register at the landline for the restaurant. For a brief moment, she realized it was inconveniently located rather close to the potential robbery target. Putting that thought aside, she pulled it out, moving it closer to the stranger and farther up the counter. "I guess since it's Christmas Eve, I'll let you make a call, though I wouldn't do that normally."
As the man approached the newly exposed phone, Holly circled away, keeping the counter between her and him, her bat still in her hand. Even though he appeared to be harmless, looks can be deceiving.
While he dialed, she drew closer to the front door. With the man distracted, she could duck outside, put her key in the door, and lock him in. Probably it would not hold very long, but maybe just enough so she could make a call and get the police headed in her direction.
She never had time to put her plan into motion. After just a few moments, he hung the phone back up. "There is no dial tone," he announced. "The storm must have taken down the wires. I guess I'll be on my way then." The man moved toward the door, "Do you think I might have any problem leaving here with the snow accumulating outside?"
She looked at him cautiously. "Can I trust you?"
"My dear, you have no reason to trust me yet," he said stroking his beard, "but I give you my word, I will do nothing to harm you."
She may have no reason to trust him, but there was something in the way he said it. Perhaps the tone made her give up that little inhibition.
The girl nodded. "I don't know how much experience you have driving in the snow, but it gets tricky going down into the valley. Do you want to wait for a few minutes to see if it lets up? At least until my ride arrives." As she said that, she wondered why she was inviting him to stay. Perhaps having a bit of company while she was waiting for Kris to show up would make the time go faster.
"I would not want to impose on you," he said. "Though, I could use a cup of tea."
Holly thought she'd dodged a bullet. Almost everyone she knew would have asked for a cup of coffee, and since she had cleaned out the coffee pot for the night, she would have been in deep trouble. Hot water for tea was something even her feeble cooking skills could muster. "I'll be right back."
She stepped into the kitchen and poured some water into a pan. She turned on the stove and put the pan on the burner, figuring it would take a few minutes or so to bring it to a boil. She scoured the cupboards to find the good tea. Most of the time they used the generic black tea bags, but tonight she thought the man might enjoy a taste of mint.
The water boiled quicker than she expected. She poured it into a mug, grabbed the teabag and a spoon before returning to the dining area. There she saw the man still trying to get his cell phone to respond.
"Here you go, sir," she said, putting the tea in front of him.
"Thank you, my dear. And you can call me Nick. Most people do."
"Thanks, Nick. I'm Holly."
The man smiled at her. "I know." She looked at him strangely. "It's on your name tag."
"Oh yeah. I totally forgot I was still wearing it."
"Why don't you sit down with me, my dear? I mean, Holly." He shook his cell phone as though that would help. "I still can't get a good signal."
Coming around the counter, Holly took a seat on the stool near the man, leaving a spot between them. "So Nick, what do you do?"
The man wrinkled up his brow, before saying, "You might call me a long haul trucker. I take goods all over the country. It seems like I'm on the road constantly, rarely getting more than a single day off. I have to take advantage of those breaks I get. Since I was in the neighborhood, I decided to go visit my old friends. I guess that didn't work out as well as I thought."
"How long have you been doing that?"
"It seems like forever." He looked at the wooden implement in her hand. "May I look at your bat?" She handed it over to him. "Fine looking piece of lumber. Not the kind of bat I'd expect a young girl like you would use for softball. It's more like what a nine-year-old boy would ask for as a Christmas present. Is it special to you?"
"I got it from my dad, at least that's what Mama told me. It came one Christmas with a letter from a man I've never met. He apologized for leaving us, but said his being a ball player kept him from seeing me. I've always held out hope, but he never even came back for Mama's funeral."
"He was probably detained or something. People's lives nowadays are so complicated."
"I always wondered if he had another wife and kids. I always dreamed about having a sister." Holly looked at him. "Do you have a family?"
"My wife passed away some time ago, and my children ended up scattered around the country. Not that I keep in touch with them. It's been years since I stopped by their places. I do hear from a few of them when the mail catches up with me. They tell me to get online, but I'm an old codger and can't get the hang of modern technology." He looked at the girl. "What about you, Holly? Who is that in the picture over the cash register?"
"That's my daughter, Noelle. That selfie was taken at her tenth birthday party a couple months ago. She's all the family I have left."
"Ah, ten," said the man stroking his beard. "Such an important year in a girl's life. I'm so old I can no longer recall it. What about you, Holly? Can you remember being ten and what happened that year?"
The girl's eyes glazed over for a moment. Then they sparkled as she recalled…
The snow lay on the ground, at least eight inches if not more. Mama and I were stuck inside, she with a bout of the flu, and I had a bad cough. We couldn't venture out to shovel the sidewalk and were afraid the town would fine us.
In the afternoon we heard a knock at the door. As the healthier person, I answered the door. He was standing there, dressed in a black and red puffy jacket, a white stocking cap, and more importantly, an orange snow shovel. His name was Colin, and he was visiting relatives. He was wandering around the neighborhood looking to make extra money for Christmas candy. I asked him how much he wanted, and he said he'd answer that later. I agreed, giving him a kiss on his cheek. I don't know why, but I did.
For the next hour, I watched him from the front window as he cleared the sidewalk, the driveway, and our front walkway. When he came to the door, his round cheeks were as red as his coat. I invited him it for hot chocolate. That's when he removed his hat and jacket.
Colin had a beautiful head of auburn hair, and a body with 'a little meat on the bones' as Mama would say. He was no taller than me which wasn't all that tall to begin with.
Even with the hot drink, I could see how cold he was, especially after being outside for so long. He flashed me a smile, and I got a brilliant idea. I offered to run him a hot bath. He accepted on one condition: I had to join him. I had never taken a bath with anyone else. My heart raced as I agreed to his strange requirement. It felt like he had taken control of my brain.
We entered the master bath with Mama sleeping next door. Together Colin and I stripped out of our clothes. I was skin and bones compared to him. Without much fanfare, we entered the warm refreshing water. The tub was large enough for us to shift positions at will. That allowed each to wash the other's body. We did so until the water turned cold.
While we toweled each other off, he spent the most time on my flat chest while I did his private parts. During my ministration, he shot his fluid onto me, from my chin to my navel. Colin said that marked me as his lover forever.
After becoming dry, we reluctantly dressed and kissed once more before he grabbed his shovel and walked away. I yelled, "How much do I owe you?"
He replied, "We'll work it out someday." And he disappeared into the night.
"I never saw Colin again," said Holly. "After my cough got better, I looked around the neighborhood, asking everyone about him. I never did find his relatives." She sighed. "If it hadn't been for the cleared sidewalk, I would have thought him a figment of my imagination."
"That doesn't sound like a terrible memory of Christmas," said Nick.
"There was more to it, but it was unlike the next year."
"Was that when you were eleven?"
"Yes. It was a year of changes. Puberty raised its ugly head, people started to pair off, and doubts about what to believe began creeping in. Mama said I should ignore the others, but I couldn't. And to top it off, my best friend, who was always with me, headed off on a holiday trip. I felt all alone."
Nick stroked his beard again. "So, what happened that Christmas?"
The girl's eyes again glazed over. Then they sparkled as she recalled…
Earlier that year, Mama inherited the diner from some unknown relative and spent almost all of her time there. I saw her at breakfast before I headed for school and again if I woke up after midnight when she kissed me goodnight. She kept saying she was doing it for me.
I bought an artificial tree and tried to decorate it. I never did locate the lights. Mama wasn't going to see it anyhow. I put up two stockings and strung popcorn. It sort of looked like Christmas, but didn't feel like it.
Christmas Eve came and so did the snow. I grew to hate a White Christmas because it meant me shoveling. This time no one like Colin stepped up to bail me out. Cold and tired, I changed into my oversized football jersey and curled up in the recliner to wait for Mama.
It was a night like tonight, no traffic moved, and the snow just kept falling. Mama kept the diner open and lit, allowing stranded people to spend the night in safety. The phone lines were down that night also. I spent the night alone.
Around midnight, I woke up in the dark, feeling a cold breeze on my bare legs. I thought I was still all alone. The next thing I felt was a tickling sensation, like hairs teasing the inside of my thighs. Pressing my legs together, I found a melon-sized object keeping them apart. In my dream-addled state, none of this made sense.
Relaxing my legs, the melon moved up toward my pussy. That's when I realized it was leaving a wet trail on the inside of my thighs. I strained to see what was down there, but could only see a shadow. Then I gave up trying to see.
The melon had located my magic spot and began a sloppy attack on my lower lips. Every touch felt like thousands of sparks firing everywhere. As it continued, my body sent its lubricant to supplement the fluids already down there.
All of a sudden, I had that one big explosion, the one you always hear about, but rarely experience. I felt my body go limp for a moment, every nerve overtaxed, and no muscle willing to move.
The melon moved away, replaced by a smaller object. It too wanted something, entrance to my pussy. I thought about saying no, that I had never done that, but after what I just experienced, I wanted it all. The probe moved forward, stopping at the barrier. It was only a pause because the barrier disappeared as the probe rushed forward. I felt filled as though for the first time in my life.
Again he paused, waiting for me to signal. As my muscles tried to pull him farther in, he pulled back, and then pushed forward. As he continued, I lost track of time until I felt my body tense again. This time we exploded together. I lapsed into a restful sleep.
The next thing I knew, Mama was sitting next to me, the Sun shining brightly on the snow. I didn't tell her about my dream, but she said I had a glow about me.
A few weeks later, the doctor confirmed my pregnancy. Everyone wanted to know the identity of the father. I couldn't tell them because I didn't know.
So that was my Christmas present as an eleven-year-old. The best one ever.
Holly and Nick sat silently together, not making eye contact. That lasted a few minutes before she got up and peeked out the window again. "I think the snow's coming down even harder. I'm sorry I didn't let you go down to your friends when it would have been a bit easier to get out."
"I wouldn't worry," he said. "I've done a fair amount of navigating in the white stuff in the past. What about you? How are you getting home tonight?"
Holly just sighed. "I was supposed to wait for my friend Kris, though that plan looks like it will be snowed out."
The girl took her seat on the stool again, and turning to the counter, put her head down and started crying. "It's so frustrating. This damn diner takes up too much of my life. I wish I could just make people happy."
"I know that feeling," said Nick. He reached over and took her hand. "I hope you don't think I'm doing anything inappropriate, but I hate seeing a young girl like you cry. You remind me so much of…"
"Of whom, Nick?"
He did not answer, instead taking a sip of his tea. "This is really good. I enjoy that hint of mint though I don't get enough. I remember back to a night when…"
Before he could continue, the door burst open, a figure stood amidst the blowing flakes. "Sorry I'm late. The snow outside is hell."
"Kris, you made it," shouted Holly. "I'm so glad to see you."
A second figure entered the diner, this one shorter and more bundled up.
The new arrivals closed the door and approached the pair sitting on the stools. The taller brushed the snow from her coat before pulling her hood off. "Hi, we haven't been formally introduced. I'm Kris. I didn't expect anybody up here tonight."
"This is Nick," said Holly. "He's been keeping me company while I was waiting for you."
The man sitting at the counter began to laugh. "I hadn't anticipated that your ride would be with a girl," said Nick. "I should've known not to trust my old school thinking. I took it for granted that your boyfriend would be picking you up, Holly."
"I… I don't have a boyfriend. Kris is the… best friend I've ever had." Holly paused for a moment before asking the big question. "So, how's the weather out?"
"Just horrible, Mommie," said the pile of clothes masquerading as a snowman. "The snow came down so hard Aunt Kris could hardly cut through it."
"Just lucky I know the road to the diner like the back of my hand." The girl smiled. "There's no way to get home tonight. The police closed the road down as I came through. We're stuck here until morning."
"Oh great. Noelle, you better get out of those wet clothes. I'll put on a pot of coffee."
"Here, I'll help you," said Kris. The two friends walked into the kitchen together. "So who's the old guy?"
"A traveler. A nice old guy. At first, I was a bit leery, but now… Nick came in just as I shut the neon sign outside off."
"But the sign is still lit."
"Kris, are you sure?"
"It's the only light this side of the city. The electricity went down a couple hours ago. I didn't know you had an emergency generator."
Holly shook her head. "I don't. If the lights go out, this could be a long night." She stuck her head out the kitchen door. There she saw her daughter, stripped of her winter outerwear, sitting on Nick's lap.
"Watch the water for me," she said to Kris. With that she rejoined the pair at the counter.
"Mommie, Nick knew I was ten."
"How did you…" Then she thought about the picture at the cash register. Nick stroked his beard and Holly relaxed. "Is she all right sitting on your lap like that?"
"I'm used to it. She's a charming little girl. Just like you, I would never harm her either. She'll be safe if you need to help your friend."
Holly retreated to the kitchen. "How's it going?"
"I can boil water, but I have no idea about the coffee maker. Can we just have hot chocolate? I know a certain young girl who would like that better."
"Sure." Holly found some packets and mixed four servings. They rejoined the others in the dining area.
Nick closed his eyes before saying, "I'm glad you joined us, Kris. I was just about to suggest to Holly here that she break out the cherry pie and some forks. I think we could use a little bit of nourishment before anything else happens."
The older girls exchange glances, and Kris nodded her approval. Holly went to the pie case and extracted a pie tin containing a half of a cherry pie. She split the remainder into four slices, bringing them over to her new customers. They ate silently with the man savoring each bite and the others nibbled on the crust while dunking it in the red filling.
"I haven't had pie this delicious in years," said Nick. "Mostly it's sugar-free cookies these days for dessert."
"Holly makes them every morning," said Kris. "So did her mother before that. Old family recipe."
"Mommie, Nick said ten is a magical age. I'm ten. Can I do magic? I want to make Tami Cooper disappear."
Holly looked at the man stroking his beard. "I think he meant it's a special time in a girl's life. What do you think, Kris?"
Her friend stopped mid-forkful, letting the cherry fall on the plate. "Ah, yeah. I guess."
"Do you have a special memory from when you were ten?" asked Nick as he continued to stroke his beard.
Kris put down her plate and with her eyes sparkling, looked at Holly. "I do have a story, of the most special night of my life. I've never told anyone the whole tale or what it meant, but tonight I will. It began on the day before Christmas…
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. I remember it vividly because I had my own with my initial, K, on it. Holly had hers, a well-worn sock and her mother, Candice, had the third. Her mother was just getting over the flu, so they had this little fake tree, the only one we could carry. We didn't even know where the ornaments were. So we strung popcorn and made a couple popsicle stick stars.
It was better than at my house. I had never seen a tree, or heard a Merry Christmas. Not unless it was printed on the side of a liquor bottle. That year my parents went off to some late night party. That's why I was at Holly's.
Dinner was broth because Holly could make it, and Candice could stomach that.
There were no presents under the tree. Candice had been too sick, and neither Holly nor I had money to get anything. We hoped that Santa was going to be generous.
I got the silly notion to wait up for the old elf. I wanted to ask him why he had never visited my place before. Holly tried to stop me, but I'm too pig-headed to listen. I laid out my sleeping bag, and she folded some blankets. We curled up on the floor, flashlights in hand, between the Charlie Brown tree and the three stockings. He'd have to trip on us to get from one to the other.
We went to bed at nine o'clock and talked to each other like any other slumber party. I eventually drifted off to sleep, though Holly didn't. As the clock struck eleven, I felt her poking my shoulder. "I'm cold," she said. "And lonely."
I unzipped the bag and invited her in. Being a summer-weight bag, there was plenty of room. We ended up nose to nose in there. "Is that better?" I asked. "Just one more adjustment," she said. She pulled the football jersey I was sleeping in over my head. That's when I realized she was naked when she climbed in. It was no wonder she was cold.
I did the most natural thing: I kissed her. First on the lips and then anywhere and everywhere. Where I wasn't kissing, I was touching. I knew what gave me pleasure, so I went after those places. Holly had similar ideas. Only she knew a few places I hadn't yet explored. And there's no way to kiss and lick your own pussy.
We traded giving orgasms for a long time. In the end I wished I had asked Santa for a new sleeping bag, because we were never going to get the smell of our love out of that one.
We woke up in each other's arms, totally spent from the night, with the sun shining brightly. After a quick streak to the bathroom, we came back to our love nest. Still no presents under the tree, and nothing obvious in the stockings.
I cursed at Holly for filling my head with the Santa nonsense. It was no better than my house. After a few minutes, I apologized for losing my temper. There we were still naked, standing nose to nose, chest to chest, pussy to pussy. I realized I received the greatest gift of all. I had met the love of my life.
Holly rose from her stool and took Kris by the hand. "I think I received the same present that night."
"Ever want to exchange that gift?" asked Kris. Holly tipped her head and gave her friend a quizzical look. Then understanding the question, she shook her head no. Kris moved in and planted the biggest kiss ever on the other girl.
When they broke the embrace, Noelle spoke up. "Santa didn't give you anything?"
"Not exactly," said Kris. "When I examined my stocking, I found this." She pulled out a chain from around her neck. On it was a golden key not much longer than a fingernail.
"What's that go to?" asked the young girl.
"Pardon me," said Holly as she jumped up onto the counter and held out her leg. Kris pushed down the white sock to reveal a golden anklet. On it was a very small lock. "This was in my stocking."
"So you got a key and a lock. I don't get it. They're too small to be useful."
"No, my dear Noelle," said Nick. "They are more symbolic than anything. Apart they have no function at all. Together they bind your mother to your aunt. They work well as a physical image of their love. In fact, I can think of only one better, a more traditional symbol."
Kris moved over by her coat. "I was going to give you this at the stroke of midnight." She held out a small wrapped package to Holly.
"For me?" Her best friend nodded. Holly carefully unwrapped the present, finding inside a small flip top box. "What could this be?" Flipping it open she found two rings inside. "They're beautiful. But why two of them?"
"I was almost hoping you might give one back."
"You mean?"
"Holly, will you marry me?"
"Yes." She hopped off the counter and into Kris's arms, showering her new fiancée with kisses.
"You've been quiet, Nick," Holly said when the two newly-engaged came up for air.
"I enjoy watching young love. In my line of work, I usually deal with the consequences more than the beginning."
"I thought you were a long-haul trucker," said Holly.
"Something like that. Anyway, congratulations on the next step of your life."
Noelle climbed back into his lap. "You sound sad. Don't you have anybody special?"
He shook his head. "Not anymore. I had a wife, but she passed on. I feel lonely when I make my runs, not having a special person to come back to. But that's just an old man bitching."
He removed the hunting cap. Instead of white hair to match his beard, it was a beautiful auburn.
"I've seen your hair before," said Holly. "You're…you're Colin."
"Guilty," he said with his head down.
"But you're so much older than I am."
He nodded. "I am even older than I appear. I change to meet the requirements of the situation. I also use different names at times like Colin when I'm a boy, and Nick for traveling among people."
"I know your real name," said Noelle. "You're Santa, the real one."
He nodded again.
The clock over the register showed the time to be a half hour until midnight.
"Aren't you supposed to be incredibly busy tonight?" asked Kris.
"I have a little time. The sleigh will be back for me at five minutes to midnight. My trusty elves are giving me a break until then. I had a special stop to make."
"Oh, yeah," said Holly. "Your friends down in the valley. I almost forgot about them."
"Ho, ho, ho," he said. "Oh that felt good. It's hard to stay in character when undercover. Anyway, those friends aren't home. They have gathered here instead."
"More people are coming?" asked Holly, appearing nervous.
"He means us, Mommie."
"Us?"
Nick nodded. "I came here to make up for missing the funeral. Candace was never on the Naughty List. I was so sorry to hear about her."
"So you knew her," said Holly.
"Once," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. Holly wondered what he meant.
Without explanation, Nick continued. "I was going to offer you a Christmas Wish. But now I can't." The three girls looked crestfallen.
"Now that I've met you," said Nick, "I have to make it one wish for each of you. What does your heart desire the most?"
Kris gestured to Holly to make the first one. "All right. But Nick already knows mine. To quit the restaurant business." She motioned to Kris.
"This sounds stupid but…I want to get my childhood back. With the exception of the love of my life, the rest sucked."
Nick stroked his beard and then looked at the youngest person there. "What would you like, Noelle?"
The girl's face brightened. "I want to be one of your elves."
"Ho, ho, ho. What a wonderful wish."
"So, what do you do now?" asked Kris. "Is it like the Wizard, and you tell us we already have the gifts?"
"You watch too many movies. First, for Holly, I have a couple who want to retire from the business and run a roadside diner. They can reopen the place next week."
"That would be perfect."
"And for you, Kris, I know of a place you can relive those years you lost when you were young. I can take you there with your love, of course."
He looked at Noelle. "I haven't forgotten about you. If you give me a minute, I'll be right back." He got off his stool and walked into the restroom.
"Are we sure he's not a fraud?" asked Kris.
Holly shrugged. "I was scared at first, but something he did calm me down."
"I like him," said Noelle. "I really like him."
As if on cue, the restroom door opened and a figure walked out to join them.
"What the hell," said Kris.
"Colin?" said Holly.
"He's naked," said Noelle, her eyes bugging out.
"Ho, ho, ho," said the now-preteen boy. "Noelle to become an elf, you must be initiated and learn to follow my orders. Understand?"
The girl had been staring at his erection. "Yes," she said.
"Then take your clothes off."
"What?" said Holly, but watched her daughter remove all of her garments.
"Holly, show your daughter how to give a hand job. Kris, you can help also."
While the boy hopped up on a stool, the girls stood in front of him with Noelle in the middle. The youngest put her hand on the boy while the others guided it up and down. When she got the idea, the older pair released their guiding touch, letting Noelle continue by herself. A few minutes later, with just the right pressure applied, it squirted several times, the ropes of semen landing on the naked girl's chest.
"That was amazing," said the preteen girl.
"You are now marked as an elf." The boy reached down and swiped a glob off Noelle's nipple. He placed the semen on Kris' nose. "You are marked also."
The Diner door opened and two short girls in green striped outfits walked in. "Sorry, chief," said the elf with the name Glitter on her hat. "We're running a little late. However, we brought the three outfits you wanted."
"Then excuse me while our new recruits don their apparel." He headed back to the restroom.
"What are you waiting for?" asked the other elf with the name Tinsel on her hat.
The two older girls shrugged and stripped their clothes off. "Panties, too," said Tinsel. Once nude, they slipped into the leggings and tunics. It fit like a second skin.
The restroom door opened, and the figure this time wore a red fur suit and a long white beard. "Ho, Ho, Ho. The three prettiest recruits I ever had at once. So Holly, are you ready to make people happy?"
The girl nodded, remembering when she mentioned it before.
"And Kris, you are going to a place where the residents have as much fun like they did as kids. That leaves Noelle. You are an elf in training. By next Christmas, you will be a full-fledged elf."
The six elves walked to the Diner door. "So chief, did you tell them the best part of being an elf?" asked Glitter.
"What's that?" asked Kris.
"The big guy gets to breed with all new elves after New Years," said Tinsel.
Holly smiled and her pussy tingled, remembering being pregnant at eleven. They were in for a great life. Best wishes ever.
