The Christmas Crone

The Sheriff of Winter's Pass was going to Hawaii for Christmas with his wife. Deputy Dawson would be in charge for the entire two weeks that he would be gone and things were going to be different with Dawson in charge.

First Dawson planned to go down to the thrift store and let them know in no uncertain terms that none of those people would be allowed to linger outside on his watch. Second, Dawson planned to set up speed traps just outside the city. Third he planned to set up check zones for the deginerates starting the day after the Sheriff left and everyone of those low lifes was going to get a breathalyzer test.

Dawson cheerfully began setting things up according to his plans and his first stop was the thrift store where that blond woman Ellen Dressler worked and carefully plotted to let the poor and homeless linger.

"Move along mam you can't be here if you aren't in the store or buying things at the store." Dawson said.

"Yes I know but the heat is out in my apartment and Ellen said I could come to the store and sit for a few hours to stay warm and the kids are cold so we are just sitting a bit and..." the thin waif like woman with two grubby kids said as they sat in the furniture section of the goodwill.

"Mrs Ellen gave us hot cocoa" said the little girl as she looked at her mother nervously and sipped a cup of hot cocoa from a santa cup. Her little brother drank the hot cocoa too and was too nervous to look at Deputy Dawson.

Ellen Dressler came barrelling over yelling with her long red hair and chubby figure. "Deputy Andrew Dawson you leave that family alone and get out of my store. Those are my guests and I invited them in and you've got a heart of absolute stone to try throwing them out to an apartment with no heat. "

"Be that as it may I will arrest loiters and I won't have degenerates around my town Ellen." Deputy Dawson said glaring at the waif of a woman and then threateningly at her and her children.

"One of these days Dawson you will get what you deserve for your mean piece of coal that you call a heart. It's Christmas and you couldn't be any meaner if you tried." Ellen said and then pointed at the exit "Now get out of my store right now."

Deputy Dawson turned and left.

"I'm so sorry, you can stay here and upstairs it's heated Mary and you and the kids are welcome to stay until they fix the heat next week. Don't worry about Dawson, he won't be back.

"Are you sure Ellen I don't want to cause you any trouble?"

"No, no Mary come on you and the kids are welcome and Sarah from the church said she'd bring a holiday food box over and I put pans and plates upstairs too." Ellen said as she brushed her red hair out of her face.

Deputy Dawson called his patrols to check on them and got a report. One Santa had been given a ticket for telling people ho, ho, ho in front of the mall. The minister of the church was cited for putting lights on a tree in front of his house due to the tree branches being on the public property side, and five people got speeding tickets. It was an awesomely good day but his officers wanted to go home and thought he was being too strict and they told him so.

Angry Deputy Dawson went home and into his neo-modern apartment. There in front of his door was a brown box with his name and no return address.

Dawson never got any Christmas presents. He'd told his mother what a waste of money it was to celebrate and further he wasn't his money buying her anything. His friends were all the guys on the force and he was their supervisor. A few of them suggested he needed a girlfriend but Dawson had told them when he wanted a woman he'd get one and wouldn't deal with the garbage so many women spewed out in recent years. Oddly none of the women he'd gifted with a date had returned his calls, texts, or social media conversations.

Who could have sent Andrew Dawson a Christmas present?

Opening up the box was a beautifully wrapped present in silver and gold with tiny golden bells and a red sparkly ribbon tied into a bow.

The present was hard to open but finally Dawson got it open and there was an ornately decorated icon. Opening the icon he saw her, a decrepit old hag of a woman with a Christmas shawl in silver and blue.

"What an ugly old hag." Andrew Dawson said and slammed the icon closed.

The next morning at 5 am Andrew got up and walked to the door ready to go to work and found his door was frozen shut. The phones weren't working and Andrew banged on the door and yelled for a good thirty minutes.

Walking into the living room he saw the icon sitting open on his mantle. The old woman had a prominent place on his mantel surrounded by Christmas greenery. Enraged Andrew marched over and threw the greenery in the trash and then slammed the icon shut.

That night was Christmas Eve and the wind was blowing like all the ghosts of hell unleashed to torment the living. At midnight the power went off and Andrew went into the living room to start a small fire to stay warm, in his fireplace.

There standing naked in front of the mantle was a beautiful woman with brown flowing locks, almond brown eyes, and curves that any man would love to touch. Andrew felt overdressed and went into the living room and took off his pants and shirt. He immediately approached her and began kissing her and touching her firm C breasts and stroking her hair. Her skin was like satin and her kisses burnt into him lighting a fire that made his dick stand firm.

She laid down on his leather couch and beckoned him to her and Andrew laid down in her arms. All night he fucked her tight wet depths and couldn't get enough of touching her and she came so many times for him. She was perfection and Andrew felt out of his mind lust for her lush curves and sinful mouth that did so many delicious things to him. She licked his cock after he came so he could ride her again and again. Her tender anal sphincter bled a small amount when he pierced her with his raging hard penis.

When the morning came Andrew was heartbroken that his night with the pretty young thing had ended.

At six am after Andrew came in her mouth she nipped him with her teeth and drew one tiny drop of blood transforming into the Christmas Witch.

"So Andrew Dawson, you have used my body in all ways tonight and yet no commitment comes to your heart, and you have never yet shown any kindness or caring to your friends or family. You have no kindness for the poor, the church and no Christmas spirit of any kind. So you this bright Christmas morning face a choice: You have one night a year of fleshly pleasures and serve me the rest of the year. Or you this night forfeit your soul to make me young and die by the setting of the Christmas sun."

Make your choice for judgement has risen and I the Christmas witch and crone have come to dispense justice.

"I chose to serve you, and have fleshly pleasure one night of the year." Andrew said quickly so there would be no doubt he didn't want to die.

"Well chosen my dear, and reindeer you shall be and I shall ride you all year long and breed you as a stud in my reindeer herd one night a year." The Christmas Crone said with a smile as she rode into the sky whipping her new reindeer's ample behind to move faster through the sky.

Nobody missed Andrew Dawson and Tucker Crine who replaced him voided all the tickets given under Andrew's reign of terror for as he said at the meeting come to reign Dawson in, "It's Christmas now and we as a city should help each other."