𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 night on that one faithful year that you coincidentally wake up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve. You wandered out of your room to get some water and stop by the bathroom on the way back to bed.

You made it to the kitchen without getting caught up by no one and so now all you had to do was get back to your room without getting caught, however, you were nosy, bored and losing your grip on the sleepiness needed to go back to sleep once you successfully made it back to your room. So you snooped, instead of going back to your room, you walked into the living room where the Christmas tree was, somewhere near the fireplace, looking to see if the man you’d given up on years ago ate the cookies you and your kids had baked a few hours prior.

The next thing that happened was the shocking part, a ‘poof’ was heard, followed by a relatively loud thud. The area around you clouded with a poofy cloud of smoke that had accumulated in the chimney and you had to wave it away. But low and behold — in front of you was a being like never before. The first thought that you had was …

That. Is. Not. Santa.

But it was! This man was the definition of fine shit. That signature red robe was doing little to nothing hiding that broad and furred chest. The curly white from it glistening in the lights of the tree. That v line showing from that tight red pants. There was white hair there too…. There’s no way in good hell that was Saint Nicholas. Like hell that was. He raised a gloved finger to his lips with a small wink shushing you as you clamped a hand over your mouth, cheeks flushed. “Quiet, don’t wanna wake the little ones do you?” He teased in a hushed tone, heaving his heavyweight body off of the ground and rolling his neck, he was big and extremely tall.