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You know it's bad when you're stealing jokes off've Die Another Day.

May you all have a lovely Christmas.

It had been a magical night. Cuddled up next to Scott on the sleigh, we flew through the snowy night air, delivering presents to people across the globe. I tried not to get too excited at the sight of his plump belly bulging whenever he squeezed down a chimney.

The elves were waiting for us as the reindeer finally came in to land at the workshop in the North Pole. They explained everything. Firstly, and most importantly, they would not be pressing charges for the accident last year. And secondly, my brother would be taking the place of Father Christmas.

And I would be becoming Mrs Claus. His wife.

"We've been preparing you all year," said one, stepping forward to stare up at me through my cleavage. "We were worried the pills wouldn't work in time."

To be Mrs Claus... to bring pleasure and satisfaction to not just the people of the world, but to one very important man in particular. Was there anything better a man could hope for? My heart was aflutter at the thought of becoming this man's doting wife.

"But there's one last present in the sack," Scott said. He pulled out a beautifully wrapped present and passed it to me. Excitedly I tear off the wrapping paper to find two double-D silicone implants in the box.

"Oh, they're beautiful," I exclaim, swooning into my husband's embrace.

"Ho ho ho. Something we can both enjoy," he says with a merry wink, pulling me into a long kiss, his thick bushy beard wonderfully rough against my smooth feminine skin, before sweeping me off my feet and carrying me to bed.

As he slid his North Pole deep inside me, he gave me an even greater gift - my first female orgasm. Christmas may only come once a year, but I certainly did not.