Welcome to Day 12, the last of my little Naughty and Nice vignettes — and the very last, special wish of Naughty little girl Elf. When Santa Daddy has finished with all the important things he needs to do at Christmas, he needs some TLC. And his little elf has every intention of giving him some.
TLC for Santa
“Keep your eyes closed.” Santa Daddy’s little elf sat cradled in his arms, giving him instructions on where to walk while firmly keeping her palms over his eyelids. They twitched under her hands, leaving her quivering at the fluttering vulnerability of her Santa Daddy. She smiled. She wanted to please him so much. And it was Christmas. After all his hard work he deserved something special. “Stop now, before we bump into something. I can’t believe we’ve come this far without bumping into anything.”
They stopped; she removed her hands and watched as Santa Daddy blinked back the light into his eyes. Watched his face as he took in the sight of the log cabin standing in the snow in front of them. She was very pleased with her handiwork, as she saw the cabin, standing there like a fairytale gingerbread house, orange light flickering through the window. Still in his arms, she reached over and opened the door.
Santa Daddy appeared speechless. It was a view to behold, that was for certain, with its wooden beams decorated with tinsel and mistletoe, and the log fire blazing in front of a thick white hearth rug that looked like perfect snow. Beyond the giant chair big enough for two, she had left enough mistletoe-free space for Santa Daddy’s eyes to open wide at the open stairs that led to a bright red bed in an open plan attic space. Snow-replica baubles hung from the rafters. It was like being above the world, looking down on it from up there.
The little elf leaned in and breathed her words into Santa Daddy’s ear. “Carry me to the chair, please.”
Santa Daddy looked at her with that indulgent smile she loved so much. She found herself in the big chair, snuggled up to his chest. The flames in the grate flickered, casting beautiful shadows around the room, enclosing them in their own fantasy. He pulled her onto his knee. She loved being there, just being held by him. The room was so warm; she had worked so hard to make it exactly as she had envisaged he would want it to be. She could be a good little girl, when she needed to be.
But she was his Naughty Elf. And Santa Daddy needed to know that.
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I wish you a very Merry Christmas! May your holidays be naughty and nice. ♥
Lots of Christmas love