Christmas Carol and the Naughty list.

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Christmas Carol and the Naughty list.

A goofy christmas orphan fantasy in the style of Christmas tearjerkers.

Santa Claus had finished his night's deliveries and was on the way back. There was a last house in Norway to pass over on his way home. He had not visited this house for many years as Mrs Claus, (a fey queen, the last of her kind he had inadvertently been tricked into marrying a few thousand years ago) had stuck it semi-perminently on the naughty list. Its sole occupant Carol B. Smith who strangely enough still beleived in his existance - had apparently spent the last few years being very naughty by Mrs Claus's standards. Curiously enough however this year the household had a new member. Carol had given birth to a baby boy. He was on the nice list.

The baby was now old enough to be at least partially aware of its surroundings and had during a trip to the local grocery store spotted one of those elf on a shelf things. It was the babies sole interest in the world besides its mother. With a jolly chuckle Santa put the sleigh on a holding pattern to check who was still awake - the mother. With a little xmas magic he had Carol take an extra sip of her brandy to make sure she too soon fell asleep - then amused himself looking up the history of the household as he waited. The girl was in her late teens- the reason for her inclusion on the naughty list other than her age, was because she had spend most of the last few years sleeping her way through every boy and two girls from the local village. In one case both a boy and girl at the same time.

Oh my thought Santa, suddenly realizing why his surprisingly jealous wife had stuck the girl perminently on the naughty list. With a slight frown he went over the girls entire record. Her first offence at a rather early age had been observing the antics of some newlyweds through a window.. and had followed that up by promptly trying the same thing on every willing boy close to her age she could get alone with. Although in one case one of the village girls had done the same thing to her, which had apparently given her new ideas. Shortly after it led to the incident where the girl shared some fun with both a boy and girl at the same time.

Interestingly enough the girl had more or less not deserved the naughtly list more recently, since she had spent all her time at that point doting on her baby instead. As young as she was at the time, the boys she sported with had eventually matured enough for her luck to run out and she had gotten pregnant. By all accounts she hadn't the foggiest idea who the father even was. Carol had also given birth to the child by herself alone in the house. Something here didn't add up right.

More annoying for Santa of course was the realisation that the poor unfortunately girl had been placed on the list by his wife, for much the same reason that had led to marrying his wife in the first place. He would need to have a long talk with her over that. Although the discovery that his wife was actually supernatural with an entire kingdom of lesser elves to rule over had turned his hair white with shock, Santa and his wife were not physically very old - as was commonly the case when taking up residence in the fey realm. She was still the sexiest creature on this planet in his or anyones eyes. He groaned, the frustrating vanities of women he muttered to himself - something after thousands of years he was all to familiar with, although it had not occured to him before then that his own wife could be counted in their number.

He looked into the girls case further, wondering what would have led to such an unrestrained lifestyle. Ah. Well there it is. She was the offspring of a new york investor, who himself was on the naughty list for being a little too fond of girls on the pornhub website. He had hooked up with his favourite attraction there, another girl on the naughty list who to this day was still a fairly popular channel who had videos of herself soiling her clothes in a variety of interesting and erotic ways.. toys and positions. He shut off that line of enquiry before Santa had to put himself on the naughty list and moved on - the man had been her highest paying admirer and she had agreed to meet him - where the pair in some strange romantic way had hit it off and ended up married - giving rise to the birth of Carol eventually.

It appears all records of Carols parents had vanished a few week prior to her taking up her promiscuous lifestyle, which seemed odd, since Carol would have been too young to be on her own. With a bit more xmas magic he discovered that Carol was an orphan. It appears her parents had come to the house - a holiday house no less - to do some skiing. They had gone for a stroll one morning, and Carol had never heard from them again. Their dissapearance had happened the same morning a particularly bad avalanche had occured slightly up the valley, and a few week later when the snow melted, two unidenified bodies had been found two villages further down the valley that year.

Oh. Santa frowned. Carol's parents had left their ID and financials in the house that morning, the parents had been ruled John and Jane Doe burials by the state. Eventually Carol - out of food at that point had found her mothers bank card, which was linked to an account where her mothers income from her pornhub channel and a stipend from her fathers investment dividends was regularly paid. This had just been enough to cover automatic payments for utilities and land tax, on top of a modest surplus which Carol had been using to purchase food and necessities. That was how she had slipped through the cracks and never been discovered by child welfare. Due to her size at the time, Carol had almost immediately grown out of her clothes that year, and fitted her mothers clothes perfectly, so the local village had simply assumed she was older than she was - raising no suspicions there either.

Her subsequent sex charged lifestyle had simply been motivated by the need for simple basic comfort and companionship. She was lonely. He really needed to have that chat with his wife. What had she been thinking. This also explained why poor Carol still believed in him, she had grown up without any adult to tell her otherwise, he was literally the only superstition she held.

Carol had by now fallen asleep.. well more accurately passed out.. he may have overdone the xmas magic here with the brandy. With the usual tricks, Santa found himself standing in front of her fireplace and looked about. A very basic tree, little more than a decoration itself sat on a side table. But there was a cookie and some milk under it. That made him feel a bit guilty, how many years had she been leaving those out? He dutifully took a bite from the cookie and washed it down with the milk. The Milk seemed a bit odd. Too watery.

He turned to look at Carol passed out on her couch, legs askew, breathing slowly, one arm reaching out next to her, where her baby was fast asleep clinging onto her hand like it was a soft toy - the other arm holding an empty glass. Carol was very pretty, soft features, brown hair, well proportioned body. Although the cute scene was somewhat thrown into disarray by the fact Carol having passed out was now busy wetting herself, the stain between her legs rapidly expanding, rendering her stretch pants transparent and showing off some very cute and very tiny knickers that having became wet may as well have been painted on.. As if in response to wetting herself, both her nipples immediately went blatantly hard. A fact all the more obvious as she also had no bra, no one having told her she ever needed one and her ill fitting top had slipped down her shoulder exposing a milk filled breast.

Santa went pale and quickly checked the fridge.. no milk in there, nor any in the trash. He suddenly realized why the milk had been odd.. ah. Too late now. Milk is milk he justified to himself and gave a quiet if slightly nervious sounding ho ho ho as he returned to the living room and pondered how to do this.

The baby - that would be easy - especially with the mother passed out. He pulled out a box from his sack with one of those elf on the shelf things, and removing it from the box slipped it under the hand of the baby, who released its mothers hand and cuddled up to that instead. Then with a bit of xmas trickery he placed the discarded box on the ground with an address label that indicated it had been sent from the local supermarket as a random customer prize Carol had won. Then to tie up some lose ends, made sure that such a prize actually existed and Carol had been listed the winner. She would wake up with a hangover and think she simply forgotten she had collected the parcel from the front step.

Next came the difficult part. Carol technically was on the nice list this year; and technically also still beleived in him even tho she was technically an adult now. Considering the wrong Mrs Claus had done by her, this xmas gift should be a big one. He looked up what her wishes actually were. She was lonely, although her baby had eased that somewhat, she really wished she knew the password to her parents laptop still in the study. Also her wet pants caused her to fuss - reaching a hand into her flooding knickers to drunkenly fondle her pissy self - she was quite horny most of the time too. I suppose something to do with that could count as a wish?

Santa threw out a wide net to take in a wider perspective. Trying to distract himself from the erotic show he was inadvertently being given. Well now.. her parents lawyer Brett Roth had retired and passed on their account to his son Brett Roth Junior to manage - he was training as a laywer himself. The young man was not much older than Carol - and although he had long since given up beleiving in Santa, his last wish before that had been to find a girlfriend. Something he had not thus far even in law school accomplished. The boy had been homeschooled and had limited social options. He was lonely too. Interesting. Had Carols family returned to new york if her parents had not been killed, there was a good chance the pair would have met when her parents met with their laywer next. Brett was also familiar with her families various.. income activities, and was quite familiar with the topic of her mothers pornhub page, and had a bit of a fetish that way himself now.

Santa also noticed that the greedy landlord of Carol's family apartment had long since siezed the apartment due to delinquent payments caused by an excessive rent increase that occured after Carols father died so he was unable to correct the auto rent payment. The landlord was feeling particularly smug about it, as he had auctioned off their belongings, rented it to someone else, and he was still getting automatic payments from the old renter too - her fathers own bank account more than adequate to cover the expence. With a smirk however Santa realized this would soon bring the situation to the attention of the boy now in charge of Carol's family account. He had stopped by the apartment to introduce himself - and was rather puplexed who the distasteful woman with a small dog in her handbag now living there was - particularly as his account particulars showed rent still being paid for it.

The only xmas magic needed here would be for the young man to happen upon the number of Carol's mothers mobile phone which Carol now posessed. That was simply a case of slipping an extra entry on one of the documents he had in his possesion, indicating the address and mobile number of the holiday home Carol now lived in.

The wet sounds and moans coming from Carol were getting more prominent and he suspected Carol was in danger of recovering from her drunken haze any moment now - so he snuck off to the study to ponder the laptop problem.

A solution soon presented itself. There was a pad of post it notes. With a bit of xmas magic he wrote the password in her fathers handwriting on one, and stuck it under the bottom of the desk. Then went over and turned on the heating in the room so that it would heat up and cause the note to fall on the floor eventually. The laptop contained files, and saved logins for most of her families financial interests.. and regardless of what occured next her solitary destitute life was soon about to change forever.

Then returning to Carol carefully he pondered her last xmas miracle. Then inspired somewhat by her mothers former occupation, he thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out something that Mrs Claus most definately would not approve of. A rechargable water resistant vibrator, he paired it with the bluetooth on her mothers old mobile, then gently pulled Carols hand from her knickers without waking her, sliding the vibrator in its place on a low setting. Thanks to the gentle stimulation Carol made no futher attempt to slide her hand in and simply sat there as the gentle feeling filled that role for her as she dozed.

Here too he tossed a discarded box on the floor, that looked like it was from her mothers cupboard.

Then to finish off the setup.. he moved the mobile phone to the floor in front of the desk in the study and turned its volume up to maximum. The effect it would have on the paired vibrator when it rang should be quite spectacular - and no doubt she would run to find the phone and hopefully discover the post it note too.

With a snap he returned to the sleigh and headed back to the North Pole for a long overdue chat with his wife. He hoped the young boy and girl liked each other.

Any minute now a young handsome single boy by the name of Brett would be making a phone call.. and waking up young Carol in the nicest possible way, leaving her in a most amicable mood.

And when she did eventually find the phone to answer it, (having been woken by the most unexpected orgasm of her life) which purplexingly was on the floor in the study - a handsome Brett using the video call option found himself presented with the prettiest girl he ever saw, staring at a post it note with confusion, on her arms and knees under a desk with the wide angle camera of the phone on the floor presenting the transparent crotch of tights so wet he could make out every hair on her labia, the colour of the elastic on her thong, and an exposed breast - which put him into quite an amicable mood too.

They were married 6 months later.