If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs or inspire an orgasm, that’s even better. Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from ‘Painfully Godawful’ to ‘Average’. I hope at least one of them will look at this and smile.

Little redhead Ellie was alone a lot. Before she was born, her parents had intended to start a large family and bought a five-bedroom house, but most of the family hadn’t happened. She desperately wanted somebody to hold and care for. She wanted babies. She wanted babies so very much! At only seven years old, she had no idea how they were made. The time she asked her father Karl to buy her one, he gave her a doll the next day. She didn’t want a doll, she wanted real babies. Still, she held the doll and carried it everywhere, because it was what she had.

She wished there was somebody to play with and talk to, maybe a sister. A big sister would be able to help her with her school homework, teach her how to braid her hair, and help her use makeup and be pretty when she was older.

She wanted a Mommy too. She’d never really had a mother. Hers had passed away when she was born. Her Daddy did what he could to take care of her, but he was an awful cook. He didn’t have boobs either. She wanted a Mommy with big, soft, squishy boobs, who would hug her to her chest and make her feel comfy and safe.

After Thanksgiving dinner, she and her father followed an old tradition, letters to Santa Claus. She wrote a letter to Santa explaining that she was a good girl and wanted a real family. She loved her Daddy, but he just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t let his daughter see it, but Karl’s letter to Santa was much more adult in nature. He’d been taking care of Ellie alone since she was born. He was terribly lonely too, and wanted a lady with big boobs for a different reason.

Ellie woke up early the day before Christmas. Her father Karl was still sleeping, so she quietly played with her doll in the living room. She held the fake bottle to its mouth a while, picked the doll up and hugged it, then laid it down and pretended to change its diaper.

The back door opened, and a girl a little larger than Ellie walked in. She was wearing red, green, and silver. Her hat and shoes had small shiny bells on them, which jingled quietly as she walked. Ellie noticed the girl’s pointed ears and asked, “Are you an elf? Should you be here? Do you know my Daddy?”

“Shhh! I delivered presents for your grandfather, back when he was your age, and then your dad too. Don’t tell anybody I was here. Grown-ups usually don’t believe in us.” She smiled and Ellie nodded conspiratorially.

She stared as the elf girl walked over to the kitchen and put something small in the pocket of her Daddy’s jacket, a pink piece of plastic. The elf handed her a candy cane saying, “Just some little things for now. You get your real presents Christmas morning. Shhh.” She quietly walked out.

Ellie unwrapped the candy cane and enjoyed it as she played with her doll. Awhile later Karl woke up and put some gifts under the Christmas tree, then walked to the kitchen. He asked, “How about something nice, pancakes and bacon for breakfast, since it’s Christmas Eve tonight?”

She reminded him, “Daddy, your pancakes are always crunchy, and last time you did bacon there was a fire.”

He sighed, “You’re right, corn flakes it is. I wish I didn’t have to work today. There’s a Christmas party after work, so I’ll be home late tonight. The babysitter will be here soon.”

Ellie didn’t like the babysitter. She was a crabby old lady. When Ellie finished her cereal, she walked over to Karl and hugged him. “I love you, Daddy. I’ll miss you so much!”

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll miss you too. I’ll see you on Christmas morning. I want to watch you open your presents. No peeking before I wake up in the morning, okay?”

She was very curious and stared at the packages under the tree a moment. She decided to be a good girl, so that she might get a baby at last. “Okay.”

Work and the party after it were quite boring. After only one beer, Karl said his goodbyes. He reached in his jacket pocket for his keys but found a token instead. The pink plastic coin had a rooster and a couple of baby chickens printed on one side with “Good for one drink”. He flipped it over and saw, “Chick Barn – Hottest Chicks Around! One Free Drink.”

Karl found his keys in another pocket as he debated. He’d like to tuck Ellie into bed. On the other hand, a friend had told him the Chick Barn was an exciting strip club, and he was terribly horny. It wasn’t far out of his way, so he decided to stop and have a drink, just one. He thought he’d still make it home in time.

He was wrong. Instead of one drink, he’d have over a dozen.

Lindsey was a slender blonde college student on winter break. She saw an ad for a job where she could make money quickly, substituting for an ‘exotic dancer’ who had taken time off for the holidays. She was nervous and embarrassed but decided she could do it, after the manager explained the place was ‘topless-only’. She was glad she could wear bikini bottoms instead of being naked.

The club was nearly empty on Christmas Eve, with only ten customers. Most of them were ugly old men, but she noticed a handsome redhead. She danced facing him most of the time and he gave her tips, a dollar at first, then two, then five. When her shift was nearly done four hours later, he had downed so many beers he could barely make it back from the men’s room. He started tipping her ten dollars a dance, then twenty. When he offered her a fifty, she asked, “Want to go in the VIP room for a hundred?”