It was Christmas Eve. She figured she had been a good girl for most of the year and had never gotten a lump of coal in her stocking. Why would this year be any different? Sasha waited by the fireplace in her newly bought Red Santa Baby set. She hadn't even saved up enough gold for the coat but figured that the bra, panties, and garter would be enough to keep her warm throughout the night. She had just set out a plate of cookies with a note saying the milk was in the fridge when she began to go to her bedroom to retire for the evening. She paused to glance out the window, snow had been falling steadily all night. She hoped that Santa would have enough visibility through it all to find her house. Sasha anxiously pulled her bedcovers over her head once lying down. She always had trouble sleeping on this night and it was especially harder to sleep once she heard a hearty laugh and the sound of ashes scattering onto the floor. "Santa's here... I know he is," said Sasha as she tiptoed her candycane painted toes across the floor to get a peek at the man in red.
"HO, HO, Ohhh~," said Santa as he turned around admiring Sasha's festive attire.
Sasha blushed heavily and tried to cover herself up. "H-H-Hi Santa"
He approached her slowly, setting down his bag of goodies. "Hello Sasha, have you been naughty or nice this year?"
She tilted her head a little, acting cute as ever, "Nice, I think, Mr. Santa."
"Very well, I will leave your presents here then," he gestured at her tree, "but no peeking until morning." The red-clad man was getting ready to ascend the soot-covered chimney.
"Santa wait!" Sasha called and ran to her bedroom, bringing back what looked to be like some green twigs. She snuggled up to him and held the twigs over their heads. "It's mistletoe, santa. You know, any two people caught under mistletoe have to kiss. It's the rules, like duh"
Santa aimed for her cheek, trying to be gentle and hiding his longing for her. Sasha aimed for his lips but got caught up in his big fluffy beard. Sasha, embarassingly continued to hold up the mistletoe and tried again, this time getting it right -on the lips-
