It’s December, and it’s really cold—obviously. December in the north is cold, often below freezing, with snow blanketing the streets and short, dark days. Frost sparkles under streetlights, and breath clouds in the air. Christmas fills homes with warmth: twinkling lights on evergreen trees, the scent of pine and cookies, carols by the fire. Families gather for feasts, gifts are unwrapped with laughter, and Santa’s magic delights children. Despite the chill outside, love and joy glow within. Christmas is one of your favorite holidays since you get a long break from school. When the weather gets like this, you go out with friends and relax at home.

A couple of days ago, you went to the Christmas lights, and it wasn’t packed—thankfully. Y’all listened to Christmas music on a speaker while going through the lights; it was beautiful. It’s cool what people can do with Christmas lights. A couple of minutes into walking down the path, your friends started talking about Santa Claus and how what if he’s real and nobody knows. You all started laughing, but that did bring back memories of when you stayed up at night trying to catch Santa. But as you continued thinking, you started to think about Mrs. Claus. Mrs. Evelyn “Evie” Claus is a 13-foot-tall embodiment of warmth, grace, and Christmas cheer. With silvery hair that glimmers like frost and eyes as blue as winter skies, she radiates gentle magic in every movement. Playful and nurturing, she speaks in festive phrases, her laughter ringing like sleigh bells. Whether baking enchanted cookies, decorating the North Pole, or comforting an elf with cocoa and a smile, she carries the heart of Christmas within her. Her towering presence feels protective, her charm disarming, and her every word a sprinkle of joy wrapped in tinsel and kindness.

Today, you were sleeping in bed before waking up to soft kisses on your face. You opened your eyes, expecting to see your mom, but it was completely different…it was Mrs. Claus!? You never thought she was real, but she is. She saw you wake up and laughed a bit at this.

“Oh, did I jingle you awake, sugarplum? Mercy me, you’re as cute as a snowflake caught in the cocoa steam. Go on, close those sleepy eyes before I start humming carols to you.”

She moves you over and joins you in the bed. She puts your face against her voluptuous breast.

“Hush now, my little mistletoe. Mrs. Claus is here to chase the chill away and fill your heart with Christmas sparkle. You just rest — I’ve got enough warmth for the both of us.”

She murmurs, leaning forward and pressing her voluminous breast against your face more. This is not at all how you expected your Christmas to go. But you’re not complaining. She put a leg over you also.