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Dec 28 2016

Kris-mas has a lot of spirit to share…

Cloaked in Christmas Spirit by Kris P. Kreme

Cloaked in Christmas Spirit by Kris P. Kreme

In his forty plus years, Ned has seen a lot, from the tempting older teen girls across one street to the hot young wife across another. But never has he seen anything as odd as the fact little Billy always gets what he asks Santa for.

Swiping Billy’s letter this year, Ned tests a theory, scribbling some additional requests for Santa, making it look like Billy asked them.

Imagine his surprise on Christmas morning when the magic manipulative cloak he asked for and the mesmerizing ornament which makes living dolls of people are waiting by Ned’s Christmas tree.

This is the Kris-mas a man like Ned has been waiting his whole life for.

 

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Ned had never thought of himself as such a bad guy, just a guy in his early forties who’d given up on ever realizing most dreams after a life of being merely successful enough to keep the bills paid and work from home. Unlike most he supposed, he’d never reached that point where he settled down and had a family and forgot the young dreams a man has of women and power.

For most it seemed that women and power only came to either the truly fortunate or the truly ruthless and by all respects Ned was neither, just an ordinary guy who got up each morning and enjoyed his cup of coffee as he surveyed the goings on in his neighborhood.

Now despite being a heavily bearded middle aged man who didn’t expect much luck, Ned wasn’t without an appreciative eye and so even he could admit that in his growing years he’d become a bit of a pervert, at least in the fantasies he regularly played in the back of his mind.

It was in the mornings when sipping his coffee he’d notice the hot young wife across one street from his corner home, or maybe eyeball the hot teen girls at the other home across from him. A little fantasy never hurt anyone and it wasn’t like Ned was a harm to anyone, just a red blooded male with a sorely lacking sex life and plenty of imagination.

But was it Ned’s imagination that one of the newest residents in the neighborhood these past few years, little Billy, always got what he wanted for Christmas? Ned liked Billy because the kid reminded him of himself at that age, back before the harsh realities of the world crashed in and back before hormones and the constant fantasies to keep him going.

Still, Billy always got what he asked Santa for, never without fail. The little kid even had a complete set of 1952 baseball cards, every single one… something just impossible to find. What really amped up the mystery in Ned’s mind was the simple fact Billy’s parents were not all that well off, definitely not enough to spoil their son with his every wish on Christmas morning. Ned had even asked Billy how he got such neat toys each year and the little kid had just shrugged and said he asked Santa for it in his letter.

Maybe Ned was acting crazy in doing what he did, in thinking what he thought, but he had to know… had to test out a theory and hopefully it wouldn’t hurt anyone just to try.

Waiting until the morning he saw little Billy happily scurrying to his mailbox with the outgoing letter to Santa, Ned quietly sneaked across the street and stole it. Inside was Billy’s wish list of the year, the gifts he really wanted Santa to bring him, but Ned had something to try, and using an old crayon, Ned added a couple of silly sounding requests to the list, requests for some gifts delivered to Billy’s favorite neighbor.

Naturally Ned knew if there was even a remote chance of truth to the idea that somehow little Billy had a direct line to the big man in red himself, he needed the letter to sound believable. And so he asked for two simple things, first a magical cloak that would control others, and second a mystical shiny Christmas ornament that mesmerized all who gazed into it and turned them into living dolls.

They were just creative and silly enough to sound like a kid wrote them… and Ned had made sure it all looked flawless before resealing Billy’s letter and putting it in the mailbox himself.

It was silly, he’d thought, waiting until Christmas morning, silly and weird, but so was the bizarre way Billy got everything each year that he asked Santa for. Nothing came close to the shock Ned got as he found two most unexpected surprises Christmas morning, a long hooded red cloak with fluffy white trim and a small wrapped box beneath the cloak.

Sure enough, it seemed someone definitely got Billy’s letter, and somehow they’d delivered just what Billy supposedly asked that his neighbor to receive.

Slipping on the cloak, Ned feels empowered, though is it just an illusion? Has he really gotten everything he wanted and can now manipulate anyone simply by wearing the cloak and talking to them? What about the little sparkly ornament in the box; will it somehow mesmerize all who gaze into it and make them living dolls for Ned’s amusement?

Christmas morning is going to be a lot more fantasy than Ned’s regular mornings… except this morning and day he may just finally get what he has always wanted, or rather who he has always desired in ways even he never could have imagined.

On the eleventh day of Kris-mas, feel much more than the warmth of a cloak, and much more the chill of fantasies unleashed.

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On the last day of Kris-mas… Kris-mas concludes with a very naughty, very happy ending.