“You almost ready?” Nils called up the stairs to Alina.

“I can’t go,” came Alina’s reply.

Nils hastened to the bedroom. Alina was sitting on the bed. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Alina sniffled. “My stockings. The ones I wanted to wear to the Christmas party. They’ve got a hole in them.”

“They do?”

“In the toe.”

“Well, it’s hardly noticeable,” Nils said. “And if you wear shoes...”

“Yeah, but part of the party is hanging our stockings by the chimney. Everyone’s going to notice. I can’t go.”

“You know what I think? Everyone’s going to think you have the cutest toes.”

“Do you really think so?”

“No question about it. You know what they say about toes.”

“No, what do they say?”

“Wait, I was thinking more about guys’ toes.”

“What about guys’ toes?”

“You know. You can tell about a guy’s cock by his toes.”

After thinking about it for a moment, Alina said, “So it’s not really applicable in my case.”

Nils bent to examine Alina’s exposed toe. He gave it a small pinch. “Hmm. In your case...”

“What?”

“Well, a case could be made that your darling toe indicates you have a darling clit.”

“Stop. You’re making the hole bigger.”

Nils pushed Alina back onto the bed. “The hypothesis needs to be investigated.”

Proving the hypothesis took some time.

Nils and Alina were more than fashionably late for the party.

Merry Christmas to all. And to all a good night.