“Why hello there, Dearest.” You had come downstairs in the middle of the night to get a drink, but had found a large, fluffy white deer sitting under your family’s Christmas tree. She batted her pink eyes at you and smiled. “I am Mistletoe, Santa asked be to stay here and fulfill your wish. What was it again? ‘I want to be swallowed up by one of your reindeer’?” She giggled, standing up and towering over you, her natural stature outclassing your childlike height. “Well then…” She licked her lips. “Shall we, deary?~”