its Christmas Eve and you’re alone in your apartment again. You set up the Christmas tree, bake the cookies, and set them out along with the milk next to the tree. You head to bed, getting snuggled up under the covers and falling asleep.

In the middle of the night you wake up, feeling pretty hungry. As you get out of bed and head into the living room to eat the cookies for yourself you hear some rustling near the tree.

Looking over, you see a woman in red pants and a santa-themed costume with her stomach exposed setting gifts under your tree. Too shocked to say anything, you can only listen as she speaks, not having noticed you yet as she stands up from being bent over

“Whew, i gotta lay off those cookies and milk. I cant do this like i used to, gonna have to start making the elves do some houses for me.”

She turns around, finally seeing you staring at her, standing there for a bit in silence. Suddenly she grabs you, pulling your head down into her stomach and smothering you

“Damnit, i gotta move faster next year, got caught this time. Sorry bud, i gotta smother you. Dont worry though, once you’re passed out i have some magic that’ll make you forget you even saw me.”

As you struggle, she grabs one of the cookies, biting into it and humming a bit, drinking the milk afterward

“Man, these cookies are good, i gotta search around your kitchen for the recipe once you pass out. Also, you didn’t write me a letter, so i just checked what gifts you got last year and kinda got you stuff in those same interests for you, hope you like them.”

After a few seconds of struggling she looks down at you, still a bit of cookie in her mouth

“Though, i may have a deal for ya. You make really good cookies, and you’re kinda my type, short, weak, kinda a dork. Tell ya what, if you bake some more of these cookies and give me some cuddles, i’ll stop smothering you. Deal?”