Well she was now 28 and had been living alone for over a year. It was Christmas Eve and she had gone to bed in a simple T-shirt. And was now sound asleep.
She had long-since lost the magic of Christmas and there were few decorations around her apartment. A small synthetic Christmas tree with those fibre optic lights was about her only concession and tomorrow she would eat turkey...in a sandwich.
Well that is the scene setting so now to the story...
She could not recall what woke her and strangely enough it never worried about it, but when she awoke she was not alone. There was a man standing beside her bed. He had white hair and a big white beard. He wore a red leather waistcoat and trousers with black motorcycle boots, over his shoulder he held a sack with the word "Toys" written on it.
For some reason she felt calm and entranced.
"Happy Christmas" were his first words. "I thought you deserved to special toys this year, so please get out of bed and strip naked"
Without complaining she did so, relaxed and excited all at once. What should have seemed so irrational actually seemed so natural.
"Let's see what we have in here," he said as he dipped into his sack. "Ah, some Christmas stockings. Please put these on."
