When Henry's Elven magic goes awry, Santa's workshop will never be the same.
The rest of the Approval Committee lined up their chairs behind the table where they could watch the show, their hands down their Elven pants, furiously stroking or frigging themselves. Henry wouldn’t have been surprised to see scoring paddles marked 10 held up by each and every Elf if their hands hadn’t been so busy. Still, Mrs. Claus likely would have confiscated the paddles for their pleasurable punishment after she was done with Santa.
As if that weren’t enough to permanently etch his name on the Naughty List, a very large purple dildo suddenly rolled out of the sack on the table in front of the Committee. It landed with a sparkling plop on the floor and started a wickedly sensual solo dance. The charmed instrument writhed and twirled, leaning in turn toward each of the occupants in the room. It stopped with a quiver when it pointed toward Santa.
Oh God, not the Pulsing Purple People Pleaser!
Henry felt the magic he’d created swirling, building strength as the dildo squatted down, widening at the base. It started pulsing up and down, the thickness throbbing with magic as it gathered, spring-like.
“Santa! Watch out!”
But if naughty elves aren't your Christmas wish this year, how about a sentimental paranormal holiday?