She woke up slowly, blinking away tears.

She woke up slowly, blinking away tears. It was still dark out. She heard nothing, but that was expected. It had been years since the world had frozen around her. The only

person left was Santa Claus. Even his wife had been frozen by the ice princess's tantrum. She went to the North Pole to apologize, Santa said, "Nonsense, since all the children are

Waiting for me to come down the chimney, you must be home with the ice king. Otherwise, I will go AWOL." The ice princess promised Santa could stay with her father to sleep.

The ice princess's father's sofa was hard & cold but the spiked hot chocolate was warming and the spirits lifted spirits. Santa was soon sing like a canary all his exploits in

bed with various elves he knew. Mrs. Claus rushed in from the other room, her face a knot of fury. "Baby, you look wonderful tonight," said Santa as the Mrs. shoved him out into

the blustery, hail-y streets outside their yule log cabin. Santa Claus cursed his own bisexuality, knowing that his wife was high on monogamy, and his copulation with fellow elves

would not please her in the least. But if he did it in secret, nobody would have to know, right? So Santa went to find an elf to have sex with. There was no shortage of them.

Since Santa didn't actually pay them for their labor, they never had any money. So most of Santa's Elves also did sex work to make ends meet. Tonight, at least, Santa was glad they

did that. It made his little helpers become experienced with many, many ways of helping him. After all, the children would be greedy to demand all of Santa's toys, so he kept some.