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ng up straight because that’s the only position I could breathe in. I hadn’t practiced sitting down. Dammit I didn’t know this thing was so <i>tight!</i></p><figure id="2a39"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*AATfna_RQszQOeJZ9HUZeA.jpeg"><figcaption><b>PHOTO: Jack Miller</b></figcaption></figure><p id="b2b6">W e conversed. I informed him that he was on Santa’s ‘nice’ list, so I was there to give him a present. It was at this time that I dug a small gift out of my bag and gave it to him. I told him that Santa had said he would know what it meant. I had ordered a custom ornament for us with a snowman and woman. One was labeled “lost” while the other “found.” <i>I felt this summed up 2022 for us perfectly. </i>I might have seen a tiny tear glistening in one lashless eye.</p><p id="9d15">He asked how I got there. Inquiring minds got to know. Always so many questions. <i>Geesh. </i>I told him there are hundreds, thousands of us that help Santa every year. He is incredibly busy mostly because the increase in population, inflation, climate change, all the extra illegal immigrant kids, and the damn vaccine passports causing hella delays.</p><figure id="b5cc"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*Ss7RzE7BgEop5bShQdvp1A.jpeg"><figcaption><b>PHOTO: Jack Miller</b></figcaption></figure><p id="6a7d">H e asked but how did<i> I</i> get here. <i>Oh!</i> I simply explained to him that all Santa’s helpers are positioned on the outside of Santa’s sleigh and as they fly by, Santa just pushes them off one-by-one. <i>Geronimo!</i> We all have parachutes, of course, but they turn into glitter as we land. He yet again marveled at my creative on-the-spot thinking. <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/osds31uzmtt992279tylv/Nice7.mp4?rlkey=dr3oluw29ychde4efth6g703m&dl=0"><b>(See video below.)</b></a></p><div id="da8b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/osds31uzmtt992279tylv/Nice7.mp4?rlkey=dr3oluw29ychde4efth6g703m&dl=0"> <div> <div> <h2>How Santa’s Little Helpers are dispatched…</h2> <div><h3>Shared with Dropbox</h3></div> <div><p>www.dropbox.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*5bvsqnWj5zuGgkVr)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="fc0d">I presented my list, the size of a roll of toilet paper. Unfurled it across the floor and began fervently searching for his name. Page after page of this endless list resulted in a lap full of paper wrapped around my neck like a boa constrictor. All the time he was recording me.</p><p id="4dea">He asked me if the list was in sequential order. Confused, I looked at the list of ~60 other men before him. “Yeah,” I said innocently. “I already did all of them.” He laughed. I later <i>died </i>when I watched the video. I hadn’t even realized what I had said. <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/3e4zxav6xzgrgtvto2gh7/Nice.mp4?rlkey=ed4wuzsftnuhc7cu7i4n671m9&dl=0"><b>(See video below.)</b></a></p><div id="1e1c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/3e4zxav6xzgrgtvto2gh7/Nice.mp4?rlkey=ed4wuzsftnuhc7cu7i4n671m9&dl=0"> <div> <div> <h2>You’re my last stop for the night!</h2> <div><h3>Shared with Dropbox</h3></div> <div><p>www.dropbox.com</p></div> </div> <div

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Our Scenarios (Holiday Special)

Naughty or Nice? Santa’s Little Helper Brings Joy to a Good Little Boy

Our Wicked Games, #39, Last Stop for the Night

My last stop for the night…

Nicholas Briar is a single guy that lives by himself in a condo in Miami, FL. He works in real estate where the market has been crazy since COVID. Things have begun to level out everywhere and the housing market has been no different. Nick has really benefited from booming business but like everyone else he is starting to reel over this economic crisis. He has fortunately put away a nice nest egg for himself and perhaps a family someday if he gets so lucky.

Christmas time has rolled around, and the city is brightly lit with the festive decor of the holidays. Hope is in the air for prosperity and love. He thinks for a moment. Hmm. Have I been naughty or nice this year? He’s lying on the couch relaxing in front of the tree when he hears aclatter behind him. Is that someone on my back porch? What the…

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So, yes, perhaps I took womankind down yet another notch with this one. By this time, I had no shame. It was pretty simple. I was Santa’s helper, and I was to deliver gifts to those that were on the nice list this year. I had asked myself, naughty or nice? Well since Jack chose “naughty” to get this whole thing started back in March, I decided Nick was on the “Nice” list. He really didn’t get a choice in the matter. (He was going to get the same treatment either way, anyway. Duh.) The question answered itself. Here we were, on our 39th scenario, and it had to be nice. Thus, the name of this scenario is simply “Nice.”

**Santa’s Little Helper in “Nice,” PHOTOS: Jack Miller, Trinity Ellis, Author**

A s Santa’s helper, I “tried” coming down the chimney but wouldn’t fit so I used my special master key to let myself in his back door, tripping over shit in heels in the dark. My face was covered in soot. I come barreling in all graceful, exhausted, discombobulated, and dirty. He was lying cuddled up on the couch so sweet and cozy. He sat up and said “Well, hi there.” I took a gasping breath (because I could barely breath in my corset and had just maneuvered the obstacle course on his back porch, all eight rungs of it, plus a bungee cord that almost took my hat off) yet somehow managed a “hello,” back.

Being on a tight schedule, I promptly presented my fat Christmas ass in front of the tree. Ta-da! Here I am! Worship me! (I was thinking this, not saying it.) Somehow, I ended up sitting next to him on the couch. I was sitting up straight because that’s the only position I could breathe in. I hadn’t practiced sitting down. Dammit I didn’t know this thing was so tight!

W e conversed. I informed him that he was on Santa’s ‘nice’ list, so I was there to give him a present. It was at this time that I dug a small gift out of my bag and gave it to him. I told him that Santa had said he would know what it meant. I had ordered a custom ornament for us with a snowman and woman. One was labeled “lost” while the other “found.” I felt this summed up 2022 for us perfectly. I might have seen a tiny tear glistening in one lashless eye.

He asked how I got there. Inquiring minds got to know. Always so many questions. Geesh. I told him there are hundreds, thousands of us that help Santa every year. He is incredibly busy mostly because the increase in population, inflation, climate change, all the extra illegal immigrant kids, and the damn vaccine passports causing hella delays.

H e asked but how did I get here. Oh! I simply explained to him that all Santa’s helpers are positioned on the outside of Santa’s sleigh and as they fly by, Santa just pushes them off one-by-one. Geronimo! We all have parachutes, of course, but they turn into glitter as we land. He yet again marveled at my creative on-the-spot thinking. (See video below.)

How Santa’s Little Helpers are dispatched…

Shared with Dropbox

www.dropbox.com

I presented my list, the size of a roll of toilet paper. Unfurled it across the floor and began fervently searching for his name. Page after page of this endless list resulted in a lap full of paper wrapped around my neck like a boa constrictor. All the time he was recording me.

He asked me if the list was in sequential order. Confused, I looked at the list of ~60 other men before him. “Yeah,” I said innocently. “I already did all of them.” He laughed. I later died when I watched the video. I hadn’t even realized what I had said. (See video below.)

You’re my last stop for the night!

Shared with Dropbox

www.dropbox.com

I n my bag I had brought a big sleeping bag so we could both sleep under the tree for our first empty-nest Christmas. (Sounded romantic until we tried. No thanks. Our big bed was much better.) I also brought his Harvard diploma so I could rub my naked body all over it. Just as promised a decade prior.

It wrapped up 2022 perfectly. All tucked snug in our bed with visions of dot dot dot in our heads.