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This is a work of fiction. If I happen to use the full legal name of your maternal grandmother, it is entirely coincidental -- as far as you know. All characters engaging in sex-play are 18 or older.
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--( Breaking and Entering )--
My wife and I take part in a wide variety of service projects and charity work.
One such project happens every December.
There are a group of us who solicit names for families that might not have the kinds of Christmas mornings that we always endeavored to make sure our kids had.
Our kids are grown and gone now -- so this is a chance for us to do some good -- and vicariously get to see those little faces light up when they come down the stairs on Christmas morning.
Like I said, several of us work on this.
The wives mostly manage the information-gathering side of things. The guys throw on the Santa suit and make the deliveries.
Most situations have a "middle man" that we deal with -- somebody with inside information -- who gives us the details we need to go shopping -- ages, sizes, favorite colors, hobbies, likes & dislikes, etc.
My wife and I love the shopping part -- we do the same thing when a friend or relative has a new baby -- it's so much fun!
The "inside" person then communicates back to the family -- who's going to get a special visit from Santa -- to let them know something is happening -- and that they need to make sure everybody is "tucked away, snug & cozy" -- and that the front/back/whatever door is left unlocked.
(I just don't fit down the chimney like I used to -- not to mention the dry-cleaning bills from the soot!)
The Santa suit is really just part of the fun -- but -- also required if they have surveillance cameras -- and helps if somebody is in the middle of a snack-run when Santa pops in.
Sometimes we just have to wonder how things went. Most of the time, the insider has at least a few Facebook pictures they can share to let us know how we did.
The little ones are always blown away -- that's not too hard.
It's kind of fun to see the facial expressions on some of the teens -- though -- when they know mom & dad were upstairs the whole time -- and yet there's a whole tree full of stuff that wasn't there when they headed off to bed.
My wife and I also try to get things for mom and dad that they would appreciate. They're usually already pretty elated that the kids are getting stuff -- but the feedback we've gotten from the "partners" is that they're floored when they find Santa brought them something too.
.. and .. so it is that -- at 11 o'clock on this Christmas eve -- I'm retrieving the spare key from the oh-so-common hiding place, unlocking the front door, returning the key to its spot, and sneaking into the home of somebody who I only know through a few pictures and some sketchy background information ..
Down the hall -- past the kitchen, bathroom, and guest room -- and into the living room.
I eat the cookies, drink the milk, and head over to the tree with my bag -- well two or three actually.
I'm preoccupied with my normal routine.
The hallway light is more than enough for me to be able to see to complete what I need to do and be on my way.
I'm just starting to arrange the presents under the tree when I hear, "Santa?"
I spin around to discover a cute young lady -- looks to be about 20 -- probably mid-way through college -- curled up under a throw on the couch.
According to my fact-sheet, I'm in the wrong house!
