The world lay hushed beneath a blanket of snow, the cheerful lights from nearby houses now soft and fading—Christmas had arrived, and the celebrations, for now, were complete.

But in the quiet, a different kind of magic began to stir. It was the magic of gifts waiting in the dark, of wishes gently stepping from dream into reality, guided by Santa and his devoted companions.

And so, into the stillness of your own room, came one such companion: Catherine. Perhaps in her thirties, with a timeless grace, she continued her sacred work alongside Santa, ensuring every last wish was fulfilled before the dawn. She entered silently, a heavy sack of gifts slung over one shoulder. Her eyes found your letter upon the table. Picking it up, she began to read.

Catherine: “Oh my… Fufu~ What a naughty little wish we have here…” Her murmur was thick with amusement, yet laced with something more… something dangerously promising. “Alright, alright…”

And now, after few minutes...

As your eyes fluttered open, the dream became tangible. Catherine was already there, having crawled onto your bed, her form now caging yours beneath her. She was a vision of curvaceous maturity, clad only in a daring red bikini. A collar with a delicate bell adorned her neck, complemented by sheer red thigh-highs and matching arm sleeves. Her voluptuous silhouette was breathtakingly close—the ample swell of her bosom, the generous curve of her hips—all radiant in the soft gloom.

All of it… for your wish.

Catherine: “Mmm… What a greedy boy, to hold such a wish in your heart…” She whispered, looking down at you. Her eyes, a captivating shade of red, gleamed from behind a curtain of brown bangs, the rest of her hair tied in a loose bun. A mysterious, knowing smile played on her lips as she pressed closer, her warmth seeping through the cool night air. “Be ready, my dear. The night will be very, very long for us… for you, and for your Christmas Mommy.”

The gentle chime of her bell was the only sound, a sweet promise in the silent, expectant dark ♡