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"Come on, Dad. I can do this," Fritz insisted. "I've been out with you a dozen times! Trust me!"
"Awwww, I don't know," said the old man, pausing to belch. "You've never flown alone at night..."
"But last year I did all the flying! You said yourself that I handled the team as well as you could have!"
"He's right, Kris," said his mother. "You're in no shape to do it with this flu of yours and Fritz is perfectly capable of doing the work."
Good old mom!
"I can just leave time until I've gotten over this thing!" the old man protested, "Then the point will be moot!"
He belched loudly and grabbed his bucket, looking miserable.
"And don't you remember what happened last time you did that?" Fritz' mom countered. "You lay there in bed outside of time for what seemed a week to you just brooding and feeling sorry for yourself and then what did you do? You started going over the list, checking it twice and then twice over and by the time you were well enough to make the deliveries, you had decided that only half a dozen children were nice enough to deserve them. With all that overstock we had to lay off three dozen elves and their union hasn't stopped bringing it up at every opportunity since!"
The old man muttered and mumbled excuses and justifications, but Fritz knew that once his mom was on his side, the jolly old fat man would cave.
"Fine! Just get the suit and get out of here!" he declared. "But make sure you don't let anyone get a look at you! You're too damn skinny! I've got a reputation, you know. And I expect the rum cakes that Ulaf's mother makes and at least half of the other cookies! I won't stay sick forever, you know, and when I'm better I'm going to be hungry!"
"Will do, Dad," Fritz said, giving him a playful tug on his beard. "And Merry Christmas!"
"Bah!" said the old man and Fritz grabbed the magic suit and headed out to load the sleigh.
"Don't forget to check the list twice!" he called out. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Oh that's just gas, dear!" said Mrs. Kringle. "Everything will be fine. He's a nice boy."
"Hah!" said the man called Claus. "Sometimes I wonder."
As Fritz went to load the sleigh, he passed a squat, gnarled elf who nodded at him. Fritz nodded back. His co-conspirator had loaded The Sack.
Fritz was not, in fact, the nice boy Mrs. Kringle thought he was. He was decidedly naughty, with a deep interest in naughtiness despite his father's crusade against it, or perhaps because of it. Due to the magically long-lived nature of his parents, his adolescence had lasted nearly a century and the perpetual pubescence had warped him. The only reason he had not been as naughty as he might have been was that he lived up on a snowy mountain top where, quite frankly, being naughty took more imagination than Fritz possessed. The naughtiness of lacing his father's lunch with spoiled reindeer meat had been Randy the elf's idea. Once Randy told him all of his naughty ideas, however, Fritz was quite willing to put them into action.
And the plan had worked! He had the sleigh, he had the magic gloves, he had The Sack, and he had the list! Not this year's list. He had that, of course, and all the nice little boys and girls would of course get their presents in due time. But the list he was excited about was tucked into his trousers and he pulled it out once he had left his parents there on the ground, driving the team up into the cold December night sky.
The list. Fritz had kept it hidden for twelve years now after saving it from the fire. His dad burned the list every December 26th, saying that every child got a clean slate for the coming year. But Fritz had snatched a singed portion, G through J, from the hearth when no one was looking and finally it was going to pay off!
He grinned down at the list, steering the team with one hand. Naughty, naughty, naughty. Randy the elf had a theory: that naughty little girls grow up to be naughty big girls. Tonight, with all of his father's magic, Fritz aimed to find out.
He flew out over the village of Dorf. Although his father's legend had spread far and wide and he was impersonated the world over, in truth he had never delivered presents to all the children of the world, not even all the christian children. Even with his magical ability to step out of time, the logistics of such a venture would make it impossible. He only delivered presents to the children of a few dozen Alpine villages as he had for centuries.
Fritz would deliver the presents tonight, eventually. With father's gloves, he could step out of time himself and could easily complete the job by morning. Right now, though, he was going to give a present to himself: A formerly naughty little girl on his list named Heidi Gorlach.
Fritz lay a gloved finger to the side of his nose. He had no idea why the magic required that gesture and had always thought his father looked silly doing it. Nevertheless, it worked. With finger to nose, he willed himself out of time and the large fluffy snowflakes stopped their gentle decent. Fritz chuckled. In this frozen moment of time, he was all powerful. Not even his father could get to him here. Again, laying his finger to the side of his nose, he became immaterial and slipped down through the Gorlach family's roof. Father preferred to use the chimney as a guide, but Fritz thought that was just asking to get all sooty. Besides, the hearth was not his goal.
Fritz materialized in Heidi Gorlach's room to find it empty. He smacked his forehead at his stupidity. Why had he expected a naughty girl to be in bed early--or in her own bed at all? He stalked about the naughty girl's bedroom, fondling her undergarments, and then he saw the note. It was an invitation:
Come to Gunter Hodge's Christmas Eve Party!
Beer! Dancing! Music! More Beer!
There was an address. It wasn't far. Fritz smiled at his good fortune and lay a finger aside his nose.
The party was in full swing when Fritz arrived. It was held in what appeared to be a dairy, though it had been cleansed of all trace of cow and the foamy beverage that flowed was certainly not milk. There were many beautiful girls there, most of them most certainly naughty, but Fritz wanted to find Heidi Gorlach. Having fondled her undergarments, he was determined to fondle her more intimate things.
There were dozens of people in the dairy and Fritz had only a vague idea of what his quarry looked like from a small family portrait in her parents home. Rather than sort through the frozen guests, he thought it better to lay his finger aside his nose, fade to invisibility and step back into time.
It was the right choice. As the party goers resumed motion, Fritz heard a group of them calling out to the one he sought.
"Chug, Heidi, Chug! Chug, Heidi, Chug! Chug, Heidi, Chug!"
Fritz saw that the chant was directed at a ruddy-faced young woman with blonde braids and HUGE gazongas. Heidi held a big stein of beer, it's foamy head slowly sliding over the rim. Her wide, blinking eyes, glowing complexion, and broad grin all bore witness that this was not her first. Her gaze weaved and swerved at the crowd that cheered her on, then she tossed back her head, took the stein in both hands and guzzled. Foam escaped her mouth and oozed down her neck and into the canyon of her cleavage. The crowd held its breath, silently counting gulps. At twelve, the blonde Bavarian stopped, gasped, wobbled and belched. The crowd exploded with applause.
"WooHoo!" Heidi shouted, triumphant, shaking the stein and an empty fist in the air, shaking her massive knockers in the process, not unintentionally Fritz guessed. Randy's theory was proving sound--Heidi had definitely grown up naughty. And grown up buxom as well! Fritz just had to get a closer look at the girl's chest. He lay a finger aside his nose and the raucous party came to a sudden halt.
Outside of time, Fritz weaved through the crowd to where Heidi was held aloft in debauched triumph. From beneath, her pendulous breasts were even more imposing. Fritz grinned and with a finger aside his nose rose up to be on the same level as the buxom ale aficionado. He took a massive mammary in each hand.
The young Kringle gasped. Stuck on a mountaintop for most of his century-long adolescence with nothing but his mother and the small-chested she-elves as examples of the female form, he had never copped a feel. Now here he was with the mother lode! They were incredible!
Fritz' first instinct was to strip off Heidi's blouse and undergarments and take a good look at her mountains of flesh. He had the blouse half off and was thinking what a surprise it would be to everyone when Heidi was suddenly topless when another thought occurred to him. With a mischievous grin, he pulled out his small knife.
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