Maggie and Jack were getting ready for bed when Jack said, “By the way, did you put that Christmas tree in my workshop?”

“What Christmas tree?” Maggie answered.

“The one in my workshop. Come see.”

Before Maggie could object, Jack grabbed her hand and led her to his workshop.

“Yup, it’s a Christmas tree,” Maggie observed. “And no, I had nothing to do with it.”

“Well, I don’t think it grew out of my workbench,” Jack said.

“Of course not,” Maggie said. “It’s artificial. Artificial trees don’t grow. But for an artificial tree it is rather cute. Rather small, too.”

“Well, it’s not going to grow,” Jack said.

“Such a funny man,” Maggie said.

“I know you like a big tree,” Jack said.

“That’s true,” Maggie said. “There’s a special magic to making love under a Christmas tree. But with that little tree ... I suppose if the tree can’t grow, we’ll have to shrink.”

“Ha ha, people can’t shrink,” Jack said.

“Unless they have some of those magic Alice in Wonderland mushrooms,” Maggie said.

“Unfortunately we don’t have any,” Jack said.

“But we do have a plate of Marigold’s chocolate drop cookies,” Maggie said. “She said there’s a secret ingredient. When I asked her what it was she said ‘Christmas Magic.’”

“Ha, I’ll believe that when I see it,” Jack said.

“How about when you taste it?” Maggie said, all but shoving one of Marigold’s chocolate drop cookies into his mouth.

“Oh my goodness that’s good,” Jack said.

He fed Maggie a cookie.

Maggie fed Jack a cookie.

Maggie and Jack fed each other cookies, and soon the plate was empty, leaving Jack and Maggie to feast on each other’s fingers.

The sucking and licking might have lasted a minute, it might have lasted nigh unto midnight, but somehow Jack and Maggie found themselves sitting on the workbench, the undersized, artificial Christmas tree before them.

“Jack, can you believe it?” Maggie said.

“No, I can’t, but we’ve shrunk. We’re small. I don’t like being small. I don’t like being small one bit.”

“Then there’s only one thing to do,” Maggie said.

“What’s that?”

“Love me up,” Maggie said. “Right now.”

The loving up might have lasted an hour. It might have lasted nigh unto dawn. Jack and Maggie fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when they woke, they were regular size again.

“You know what’s interesting?” Maggie said.

“What’s that?” Jack said.

“Even when you’re small, orgasms are still big.”