“Welcome to the family, sis. This has to be the best Christmas ever! And all because I got you an elf to help you.”
We all give her another big hug as tears of happiness spring to my eyes and the magic of love -and Christmas- fills my heart!
Epilogue I
Luka
One Year Later
Asense of de ja vu hits me as I am standing in the same place I was standing a year ago, waiting for the love of my life to come down the stairs to me. And although that’s the same, a lot has changed. For instance, my little elf is now my wife, and our house is not nearly as quiet as it once was because now there are three of us.
That’s right! I got my Christmas elf down the aisle in just a matter of days after proposing to her, and we found out we were having ourselves a little Christmas miracle about two months after that. It was actually a little after Valentine’s Day that I had my angel take the test. She hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of weeks, and I had started to notice her breasts and pussy were so sensitive it hardly took me any time to get her off. Sometimes it felt like all I had to do was just give her ‘the look’. According to my elf, I have a certain look in my eyes when I am extra hungry for her, and she has commented several times how it makes her feel sexy and ready to rip my clothes off.
“Okay, are you ready?”
Just like last time, my sister announces my elf’s presence. I turn and can’t stop my mouth from dropping open.
“Oh, Lumi, sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?!”
Standing at the top of the landing is my little Christmas elf, dressed in a sparkly red dress that hugs her curves to perfection. She is the epitome of Jessica Rabbit, and I am thinking about ways to get her to stay home with me.
“You know what…I don’t think I feel very well.” Her smile falters, but before she can rush down the stairs to check on me, I finish, “Maybe we shouldn’t go tonight. Maybe we should stay home and in bed. You know, so we don’t get everyone sick.”
This has her laughing and giving me one of her killer smiles, “Luka!”
She sashays her way down the stairs to me and gives me a little smack on my bright red tux. I’ve even let my beard grow out a little because it turns out, my horny little elf has a Santa fetish and likes it when she has whisker burn on the inside of her thighs. She doesn’t even mind that it’s turning a little gray now.
“But, sweetheart, I have a fever!” I nestle into her neck close to her ear so I can whisper just to her, “I’m on fire for you.”
She giggles and tosses her head back with the confidence of a woman well-loved and sure of the fact that her man has eyes only for her. I can’t hold back and find her mouth with my own, and just like every time I search, she meets me with just as much passion and love as I have for her.
“Okay, you two! We’re going to be late!”
The party officially starts an hour earlier than it did last year, since we do a kids’ hour for all the families and offer free babysitting services during the adult part of the party. Childcare throughout the year is something my dearest has implemented in the company that I couldn’t be prouder of. I am equally proud of her for how she’s chosen to run the company I bought for her -the one that led her to my door. She now has an army of elves that visit nursing homes, orphanages, and children’s hospitals throughout our area, and she changed the name of the company to The North Pole Agency in honor of our son. It sounds a lot better than the Sack thing did.
This party will have cookies, a Santa -played by yours truly-, and hot cocoa, but the real party comes when I can talk my wife into coming back home with me while little North stays with my mom for the night. My party starts when she offers me her gingerbread cookie and the milk in those swollen, creamy mounds I’ve become addicted to in that bedroom voice only I get to hear.
I help my little angel into the limo beside my mom and sister. Who would have thought a boy from the streets would have the love of a Christmas angel magically who showed up on my doorstep one faithful day? Or that I would be dreaming of the time I can show my Lumi just how fun it’s going to be Elfin’ Around with me!
Bonus Epilogue
Lumi
Ten Years Later
My husband holds my hand as we drive back from our company party this year. It was another success -just like everything my husband touches. In fact, it might have been bigger than last year, as we’ve included my North Pole Agency workers in the party. More people, more joy, more celebration. But now everything is quiet and still, and my husband has The Look in his eyes that causes me to go all melty for him.
He usually has it on nights after the annual Christmas party. Christmas has become his favorite time of year, and I swear he loves playing Santa more and more each year. He even started growing the beard earlier this year so he could have a full-on Santa face when the time came. And the kids love it too, all six of ours and Janie’s four, too.
And of course, I love it, but not for the same reasons the children do.
“Is your mom sure she is alright watching all ten kids this year?”
“Yeah, she says they are all going to make a massive gingerbread house to put in the middle of this year’s table when we all go over to her house for Christmas Eve. So, my little elf, we have the entire house all to ourselves for one whole day and night!”
“Oh! That sounds like a Christmas miracle in itself. Whatever should we do?”
My big burley husband laughs like you would expect a Santa to laugh before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. “Sweet little elf, I’m going to teach you all about being naughty. And nice!”
