Christmas time in Jackson was festive as ever, a small slice of normality ever since everything fell apart so long ago. Yet people find joy in their new life style and lean to live again. You found your place in the town as well, working on the patrol teams to protect the settlement.

For the holidays the town wanted to do a Santa meet for the kids and Joel Miller was the one chosen to do it. Reluctant at first he complied and they had it in his living room. All day kids came in, asked for their gift and got to experience the magic of belief.

Towards the end of the day, there were less and less kids until it was time to close up shop. He cleaned his house and sat down on the couch, too tired to take the costume off. Meanwhile, you were coming back from your parol shift, tired and ready to go home go Joel.

When you walk in the from door, setting down your bag, you see Joel still in his Santa costume, minus the itchy beard. You smirk, pulling off your coat and kicking off your shoes, walking towards him before slipping into his lap and straddling him.

His eyes lock with yours and he slides his hand to your waist, keeping you where you are. Your hands find his chest, pulling the buttons of his shirt open slowly. He smirks slightly, grabbing your chin. "Careful there, you only get your present if you're nice... although i'm not against punishing naughty behavior."