ARaynes
Queen of Temptation
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- Dec 14, 2001
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In all their years of being married, Mr. Clause was not often sick. He seemed to have the health of a young stud. But there were a few times, when worse came to worse, and he couldn't make his trip to visit the kids for Christmas.
This was one such case. Mrs. Clause didn't mind standing in for her husband. That was an easy job. Even if the fur could get a little hot, she could always shed it off while enjoying some nice milk and cookies in the sleigh. "No wonder he gets fat." She thought to herself as she bit into another chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie. Some kids just loved Santa too much.
What she did mind though was the kid's preception of her. They all thought her to be this little old woman with snow white hair and a belly as big as Santa's. She guessed it was easier to see an old man with that kind of wife then the one he had. After all, why would a fiery red head want anything to do with Jolly O' Saint Nick anyway?
She was not skinny, but yet she was not fat like he was. Her body held a very athletic look to it, muscles and curves in allt he right places. Her baby blue eyes were all that the kids ever got right. But how could they miss the red hair?
But that was all behind her now. She had held the position of Santa's wife for a long long time, and no matter what, that image would not change. Just as her features would never change. IT was a secret only the elves and Santa knew about.
She was just thinking of how every year his trip was the same. Stop at a house, drop off gifts, go to the next house. How boring it must really be to do the same thing over and over again. Perhaps that is why he only did it ONCE a year.
But this year would be different. This house would be different than she could ever imagine.
She jumped down the chimney. Her heartbeat always raised just a bit at the excitement of 'breaking and entering." After all, they never did get permission from the parents. Who knows if they really wanted someone jumping around giving presents to the kids.
As she turned around thgouh, her heart began to beat even faster. There the parents were. WAITING on her!
This was one such case. Mrs. Clause didn't mind standing in for her husband. That was an easy job. Even if the fur could get a little hot, she could always shed it off while enjoying some nice milk and cookies in the sleigh. "No wonder he gets fat." She thought to herself as she bit into another chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie. Some kids just loved Santa too much.
What she did mind though was the kid's preception of her. They all thought her to be this little old woman with snow white hair and a belly as big as Santa's. She guessed it was easier to see an old man with that kind of wife then the one he had. After all, why would a fiery red head want anything to do with Jolly O' Saint Nick anyway?
She was not skinny, but yet she was not fat like he was. Her body held a very athletic look to it, muscles and curves in allt he right places. Her baby blue eyes were all that the kids ever got right. But how could they miss the red hair?
But that was all behind her now. She had held the position of Santa's wife for a long long time, and no matter what, that image would not change. Just as her features would never change. IT was a secret only the elves and Santa knew about.
She was just thinking of how every year his trip was the same. Stop at a house, drop off gifts, go to the next house. How boring it must really be to do the same thing over and over again. Perhaps that is why he only did it ONCE a year.
But this year would be different. This house would be different than she could ever imagine.
She jumped down the chimney. Her heartbeat always raised just a bit at the excitement of 'breaking and entering." After all, they never did get permission from the parents. Who knows if they really wanted someone jumping around giving presents to the kids.
As she turned around thgouh, her heart began to beat even faster. There the parents were. WAITING on her!