author’s note: This is the fourth Christmas story I’ve published so far this summer. Somebody, please send me some candy canes, so I can satisfy my craving and stop!

Several days after Senior Prom, Sherry woke up. Her mouth and throat were very dry, and she wanted something to drink. She tried to roll over and get up like she usually would, but something was wrong. She couldn’t roll over. She opened her eyes and saw there were several monitors and machines next to the bed in her hospital room. She started to panic and called out, “Mom? MOM!”

A nurse told her the awful news. 18-year-old Sherry was the only survivor of the terrible collision between her and her drunk boyfriend in one car, and her parents in theirs. She had lost her arms and most of both legs. After a month in the hospital, she was moved to a nursing home. She couldn’t feed herself, go anywhere, or even use the bathroom on her own. She was so upset she considered suicide, but even that would be impossible unaided.

A week before Thanksgiving there was a major change in her mood, caused by a new male nurse. She thought Alphonso was terribly attractive with his boyish young face, shiny dark hair, and deep brown eyes. His frequent jokes and flirtatious comments always brightened her day.

He walked into her room after dinner on Thanksgiving, and Sherry was near despair again. She frowned and complained, “I’m a monster! How will I ever find anybody to love? I can’t go on romantic walks, I can’t swim and play in the water with somebody, I can’t even give a hug! I want kids, but I’ll never be a Mom! I’m going to die a virgin!” She began to cry.

Alphonso smiled and kindly said, “Wrong, wrong, wrong. One hundred percent wrong. Look in the mirror at that beautiful red hair, your pretty eyes, those appealing lips. I came all the way to Chicago just for you!”

She smiled against her will. He continued with, “Your chest is all lumpy and bumpy though. Maybe I should massage it until it’s flat again?” She blushed and laughed nervously. After the amputations, her large breasts were fully a fifth of her fifty-pound body.

She quietly told him, “I know you didn’t come all the way from Spain just for me. But if you want to ... you know ... when nobody’s around, um...”

He closed the door, then rested a hand on her stump of a shoulder gently. “You really are the reason I’m here, but I’m not from Spain.” He lifted his medical cap a bit, revealing the pointed tips of his ears. “You stopped writing him when you were eight, but Santa Claus sent me. He thinks you deserve one last Christmas wish. I’ll write him a letter for you. Oh, and my name is really Elfonso, starting with E ... L ... F.”

She stared at him in wonder until he picked up a ‘candy cane’ pen and asked, “What do you want to say to Santa?”

Sherry hadn’t seen Elfonso in several weeks and was missing him a lot. She was about to fall asleep on Christmas Eve, when he pushed a wheelchair into her room.

She smiled and sleepily said, “Elfonso, you’re back! I missed you!”

“I missed our fun talks and your great smile too. Tonight might be the last time I’ll see you, though.”

“Awhhh! Why?”

“I’m almost done helping you, and a lot of others need some happiness too. I got you a job.”

She was confused. “A job? What kind of job could I ever do?”

He lifted her into the wheelchair and said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll like it.” He kissed her forehead, and her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep.

As Elfonso climbed into his sleigh on the roof a half hour later, he smiled and said to himself, “You’re welcome, Sherry. Merry Christmas.”

The beautiful but limbless redhead woke up covered by a comfy quilt, laying on a plush sofa. Around her she saw a luxurious living room in full Christmas regalia. A large pine tree stood near a corner, covered in tinsel, garland, and dozens of colorful ornaments. Many strings of tiny colored lights blinked on and off, and a large silvery star at the top reflected the lights into swarms of glimmering shapes on the ceiling.

The fireplace embers glowed a dim orange and only a few small tufts of flame licked at the last of the wood. Hanging from the mantle above, she saw two small Christmas stockings with the names ‘Jonathan’ and ‘Catherine’ on them, with a larger and newer one in the middle, with the name ‘Sherry’. The window on the far side of the room was partly blocked by a wreath with a big red bow on it.

She saw a nice-looking brunette lady walk in and add a piece of wood to the fireplace. She sat in a chair near Sherry and quietly said, “I’m Kate. Jon is sleeping. Let’s have a chat.”

Sherry asked, “Somebody told me I’m supposed to do some kind of a job?”

Kate smiled nervously. “My husband and I want a baby very much, but I can’t have one. We need a surrogate. I want you to make love with him and have a baby for us.”

“I ... um...”

Kate continued, “He’s a great man, strong, kind, and very smart. I know you’ll love him like I do. With him being so handsome and you so pretty, our baby is bound to be super cute.” Kate stroked her long red hair a few moments. “Get some more sleep. We’ll open gifts in the morning.”

Sherry smiled and said, “Goodnight.”

Sherry woke hours later when she heard a noise. A tall and handsome man walked toward the fireplace in a bath robe. As he leaned over to pick up a piece of wood, the robe opened a bit, and she could see most of a leg. The sight of his muscular thigh and calf excited her. He added the wood to the fire, then turned toward her and smiled.

“Hi Sherry, I’m Jon. I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’ll help us have a baby! I’m overwhelmed! It’s great you’re so gorgeous, too!”

She blushed and smiled as he continued, “Kate says she likes you very much, but I should tell you something about her. She’s very clingy and loves to hug. I hope you won’t mind if she sits with you and cuddles often?”

Sherry smiled. “No, that sounds nice.”

“Good, good. She’s always wanted to try love with a woman too. I hope you might be willing? Maybe live with us after the baby and be our girlfriend?”

Sherry was embarrassed and bashfully said, “Um ... maybe.” She knew it was more than a ‘maybe’.

“Nice. Kate’s an advisory nurse and helps people over the phone from home. I’m a writer and I work at home too. We’ll always be here if you need anything.”

“That’s great!”

“See you in the morning, sweetie.” He leaned down and gave Sherry her second-ever kiss on the lips.

Sherry nervously giggled, then said, “Goodnight!”

After breakfast, Kate carried Sherry to the toilet and watched as she peed. Sherry was grateful she at least had thigh stumps long enough that she could sit on the toilet or a chair, instead of laying down all the time. Kate moved her to the bidet and asked, “Ever used a bidet before?”

“No.”

“I think you’ll like it.” Kate turned the spray of water on and rubbed Sherry’s labia. When the flow stopped, she played with her sparse red pubic hair, then returned to rubbing her vulva gently, getting Sherry more and more excited. “Do you like the bidet?”

“Ooooh! And your fingers! Wow! Even better than when I used to...”

Sherry was suddenly sad and started to cry, “ ... but I can’t anymore! I can’t even Jill off! I can’t do anything!”

Kate asked, “I’ll be happy to do it for you, if you want? And maybe sometimes we can lick each other?”

Sherry’s face turned bright red, nearly matching her hair.

Kate played with Sherry’s pussy for quite a while, finally licking her clit as she was nearly there. Sherry had the strongest climax of her life so far. Kate had to hold her on the bidet seat as her muscles spasmed and her pelvis rocked. “UH! UH! UH! OOOOOH!”

When her orgasm subsided, Kate kissed her lips and held her fingers to Sherry’s chin. “I’ll take care of you, all of you.”

“Thank you! Thank you! I love you!”

Jon and Kate cuddled on the sofa with Sherry between them, chatting most of the morning. After lunch, Sherry said, “I need to use the bathroom again.”

Jon smiled and offered, “I’ll help you.”

Sherry bashfully said, “Um ... okay.”

He had a special fetish and loved watching women on the toilet. Seeing urine spray out between her pink inner labia was very hot to him, giving him thoughts of her making room in her body so he could insert himself. Watching a woman defecate aroused him like nothing else, as he imagined anal sex. He stared at the long chain of round brown turds exiting through her butthole, as he smiled and got erect.

When Sherry was finished, he moved her to the bidet and washed her bottom far longer than necessary. He asked, “Would you mind if I play with you a little more?”