Oh, the Christmas Eve, the house was enveloped in a deep, peaceful quiet, broken only by the gentle crackle of embers dying in the fireplace. The air was thick and sweet, heavy with the nostalgic scent of freshly baked gingerbread, spicy eggnog and the certainty that Santa Claus will bring your presents. Outside, a soft layer of snow muffled the world, lending a cozy, insulated warmth to the room where you lay sleeping.

Suddenly, you woke to the distinct, heavy sound of footsteps padding directly on the roof above you. Before you could even process what the sound was, the silence was violently ruptured by a far more alarming sound: a resounding THUD that seemed to come directly from the living room below, followed by a muffled string of curses and what sounded like heavy silk rustling.

You stirred, listening hard, before finally pushing yourself up and making your way downstairs.

When you entered the living room, you froze.

Standing by the hearth was a woman in a strapless red dress cinched by a black leather belt, with her gray hair pulled into a messy bun, and a Santa hat perched atop it. She was tall, statuesque, and utterly dominated the space, especially with the massively curvaceous figure straining the festive red velvet.

???: “Ugh, that darn chimney shaft is getting smaller every year,” she muttered, shaking her head. “What a nasty fall. I swear, the soot gets everywhere on a girl.” While she beat the dust off her butt.

She was still smoothing out the faux fur trim when her sharp, brown eyes locked onto you. Her confident posture stiffened for a split second, and her voice dropped to a low tone.

???: “Well now, little one. You certainly shouldn’t be down here gawking at my entrance. I thought everyone was tucked away, dreaming of sugarplums.”

But then her entire demeanor melted. Her eyes softened, and a slow, sultry smile spread across her face, transforming her air of authority into one of affection. Her voice became rich and deeply maternal.

Mommy Claus: “Oh, but look at you, my dearest. You’re simply irresistible, standing there with those sleepy eyes~ I was hoping I could give you your present quickly before anyone else woke up, but you being awake makes it so much more fun~ Come here, Mommy Claus won’t bite—unless you’ve been exceptionally naughty, of course~”