Once Upon A Starry Night Pt 01

Once upon a Starry Night

Boxing Day Morning (26th December)

Santa was genuinely exhausted, as well as being extremely full, it could be argued more than they were a little drunk. She had just spent the last twenty-four hours powering around the globe chasing the darkness behind nine braying troublesome reindeer delivering gifts to all the good boys and girls. She was glad to finally be home and standing on solid snow.

Home being the vast cold wastelands that were the North Pole.

The last hundred mince pies and numerous gallons of sherry in Alaska had predictably yet again nearly killed her. Her stomach was hurting. But she dutifully guzzled them all. It was an amazing experience. Rudolf as ever did a brilliant job leading the reindeers almost on autopilot. She was useless at driving the sleigh on the last third of the globe as she burped and giggled and found herself singing drunkenly and very badly out of tune to every song she could think of.

She was surprised as every year they all got back safely. The reindeer were as useful as ever. As for time in memorial Santa on the homeward leg was not really in control of the sleigh by the end. Rudolph ruled the roost. Santa would not be legally able to drive a car. It was the one thing her dad used to rave and talk for hours on the love that last very intoxicated sprint home.

She unsteadily climbed off the sleigh, her large almost knee high black booted foot missing the bottom step three times before her toes finally searched for and found the snow. She then attempted to go and stroke, pat, and personally thank each of the reindeer. Again, just repeating what her dad did every time. She felt duty bound to follow. Even if she found it was hard work walking the short distance. Predictably they were not appreciative of the patting. They were equally tired, grumpy, and as she was full and bloated with the smorgasbord of wine, sherry and port, they were also extremely full of carrots.

Then with a bit of focus, as the large snowflakes started to fall around her, she set about releasing the animals. With a tired groan she finally unhitched the sleigh and the reins, and the reindeer brayed and moaned before nodding at each other. They were good at looking after themselves. They knew more about what they needed to do than Santa cared about at that moment. She was annoyed that one of the elves should have been up and ready to look after them. But yet again failed to wake up. It has been stressful and tiring forty eight hours. They were clearly still fast asleep. Nicole watched as the braying reindeer started plodding slowly off towards their barn.

Santa had a more important and urgent thought. She looked up and squeezed her thighs together as she grimaced, her bulging bladder twinged again. She then made a not so straight line 'beeline' to the toilet behind the wooden door on her right. She had been waiting since carefully holding on and squatting off the back of the sleigh whilst going over the Great Lakes and was now beyond desperate. Her dad never encountered such logistical challenges in his day.

Santa staggered back out the door pushing the snow into an arc, shivering as the wind gusted. She wrapped her large red coat around her shoulders once again. It was bitterly cold outside her little cabin in the North Pole. It was, however, quiet. The wind was only gently blowing between the buildings. Looking up she could see through the net curtain that there was a fire burning brightly and warmly in the fireplace. Everyone else she hoped was in bed. Their stresses and strains had as usual been high in the run up of seventy two to twenty four hours before loading everything on to the sleigh.

With a push on the front door, Santa smiled as she opened the door to her quarters. Firstly at feeling the glorious wall of warmth that wrapped itself around her, then beside her chair, Jess had again been good to her. Next to her large red comfy chair was a plate full of neatly cut white bread turkey sandwiches. There beside the plate was a red tartan print thermos which she knew to be full of warm brandy. If Nicole had been sensible she would have known that really shouldn't drink or eat another morsel, but if there was ever an excuse, it was Christmas.

Nicole was acting up as Santa. Eating was what Santa did best. That was certainly a great excuse. In this role she was also under a lot of pressure to gain weight. The elves complained that she had got her mother's figure, not her father's overly large rotund one. The elves were desperate for her to fatten up like her dad. They seemed to be doing everything with their fatty food-based powers to achieve it. Nicole did not complain at the extra large meals they provided. She chuckled to herself as the kind thought from Jess was there. What was wrong with some more food and drink, it really wouldn't hurt.

She smiled as she shuffled and staggered towards the bed and with a tired world-weary sigh. Before she sat down, she started to slowly undo the buttons and then peel the red sweaty saturated Santa suit off her body. She paused. She jumped with shock even though she knew it was going to happen. There was an almost whirlwind as the Santa magic took hold. There was a mini whirlwind that surrounded her, a cooling breeze against the skin.

Standing next to her chair Nicole was again Nicole. The suit now had in theory eleven months to air out before she needed it next. Then she grunted as she untied and unclipped took off the equally sweaty and uncomfortable white fat suit she still had to wear under the outfit.

Yes, Nicole was growing in size as per the rules, but according to the chief Elf Alabaster, her belly was rounder, but in his opinion still not big enough yet. She still needed more natural girth. Then came the faux white wig and beard which was triumphantly pulled off next. Apparently it helped the magic make a real one. Nicole felt like a supermarket Santa putting it on. She twisted her neck removing a crick, and then ran her hands over her scalp undoing the hair clips that let down her long blonde locks. She was just over thirty, and as such not big enough or old enough to truly be the world's image of Santa Claus.

However, if things continue as they were, she had grand plans on redesigning the image next year, but she said that every year. Her father was still very much alive, if sadly bed ridden. He was of course still everyone's picture perfect idea of Santa.

No one was really sure what would happen to Nicole once her father passed away. The elves were still in the library reading up on it. There must have been an only daughter at some point in the very long history of Santa.

She pushed her arms against the bed and groaned and got up and in just her tight fitted white thermal underwear that sculpted her now chunkier body. Nicole paused and pulled it out from her crotch a little. Then she slowly walked down the wooden planked hallway at the end of her cabin. The short hallway led between the huts to her fathers' quarters. The floorboards loudly creaked as her doubly thick sock covered toes attempted to silently stagger along the artistically pinned along red tinsel lined corridor. The fact that she was staggering proved to herself that she was still very drunk. Walking in a straight line was beyond her abilities. She still had to get to her father's room. Standing by the door with a deep breath of anticipation, she quietly twisted the brass knob to open the door hoping it didn't squeak too loudly and as it creaked and squeaked she opened it.

Nicole paused as she lent against the wall beside the bed and took a deep breath as she smiled. She saw the large grey bearded old man sleeping, quietly snoring under his thick red duvet. She pushed herself off the wall, and staggered forwards and leaned over her dad. She affectionately brushed his unruly hair away from his forehead, placed a kiss on his cheek. Then as every year she sat there and told him everything had gone well. Her father stirred, his weak lips forced a smile, and turned his head slightly and went back into his sleep.

Nicole Claus was now the most recent Santa Claus in a long line of Claus's. The elves had taken the decision to retire her father due to ill health two years ago. He was no longer up for it. Too old and too tired. They had then suggested that as his only daughter, Nicole had to take over.

This is why she had the plan, in time, she planned to reinvent the image of Santa with a modern, cute, and sexier image. Something the modern good boys and girls and dads would find equally hot on a cold winter's night.

Straightening her thermal long sleeve top over her stomach, she left her dad and slowly made her way back to her private living room. She sighed loudly as she sat down in her comfy chair. Contentedly smiling to herself as she poured her first of many well-earned brandies from the thermos. With the warm alcohol burning her throat she winced, then smiled again as she reached over and out of the pack pulled out a cigarette, she flicked her lighter and lit up a Marlboro Menthol.

Not only was she the newest Santa to take over the reins of the sleigh. She was also the first known Santa to smoke since her great grandfather had smoked a pipe hundred fifty or so years ago. She pushed her head back into the soft feather stuffed headrest of her chair and closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment as the delightful smoke hit her waiting lungs as she inhaled deeply. This was her first cigarette she had smoked since Christmas Eve. Yes she could potentially vape, but for Nicole it's not the same. Even she cannot smoke as they travelled at high speed across the globe on the sleigh. Yet. One day she hoped to be able to. As for now. Everyone, even Nicole was fully aware someone might catch a glimpse of the bright cherry burning like a beacon in the night sky and complain.

She had dearly been looking forward to her cigarette. It had been far too long a wait. The five Nicorette patches on each of her arms had run out hours ago. Nicole needed a cigarette before she did anything else.

Nicole sat there in silence gulping large mouthfuls of brandy and lighting cigarette after cigarette as she sat there alone, the wind blowing the snow hard against the windows as she sat and attempting to mentally defrag after a hard forty eight hours. The organisation and packing that went in before departure, whilst highly rehearsed, was still extremely stressful. She could see there and then why her dad could no longer do it.

As she sat, she brought the filter back repetitively to her lips, pulling the delightful smoke into her waiting lungs. Nicole thought back to the first time she had smoked. She had taken over from her dad the yearlong role of devising the list of Good Girls and Boys.

Everyone knew that Nicole was going to have to take over the proper role from her father Nick at some point in the future, and everyone was concerned that when asked to practise her "Ho, Ho, Ho!" It was well just too light and feminine.

Ginger Elf had shouted out from the back "You need to smoke 40 a day to get the voice right." The rest of the group had gasped in shock, but the seed had been sown in Nicole's mind.

She was assisting her father one Christmas. Riding in the sleigh holding on for dear life as they darted across the night sky, with pulses beating hard as they raced the rising sun from the east. There was one particular focus for Nicole. They were delivering gifts to a young woman named Paula, who was in her early twenties. She had taken Nicole's eye much earlier in the year. She was a pretty and kind girl. The sort that Nicole really liked.

When her father was sleeping Nicole would spend far too much time late into the night on Santa cam. She should have been good and sleeping but she stayed awake monitoring Paula for ages.

As well as being an intern at a fashion magazine, she also volunteered with the Salvation Army in her spare time, she was firmly in the good list since she was a young child. However, during the last twelve months Paula had been "flagged" by the elves. Paula had become influenced by her older peers, and whilst socialising had even tried smoking. Whilst in the past Nicole's father may immediately have placed Paula on the naughty list. Nicole fought the system and kept flipping her back to good as her own fascination in her deepened over time. She watched from afar as the beautiful young woman and her slow descent from just a social smoker to having to smoke in the morning as she had her own full-blown nicotine addiction.

Nicole had watched remotely on close up cam from as Paula tentatively drew lightly on the Kool menthol, then studied the screen as she blew out that first cloud of smoke. Nicole thought the look of the cigarette placed delicately between Paula's fingers complemented her petite frame. She actually looked sexy. Nicole had watched on as her colleagues coached Paula during the evenings, over several glasses of wine, as she worked past the initial coughing phase after a few drags and was able to manage her first inhales before the cigarette was finally extinguished.

Over the following months, Nicole would keep coming back to monitor Paula as she loyally followed her smoking colleagues marching together one lungful of smoke at a time towards her guaranteed addiction. Accepting with her beautiful smile their offer of a cigarette on a frequent basis. Over time the drags on the cigarette lengthened and deepened, and Paula's posture relaxed with now each cigarette break taken at work. The effort to fit in soon became a daily routine. As Paula felt bad for stealing her workmates' cigarettes. One afternoon Nicole managed to observe Paula nervously purchase her first ever pack of cigarettes and smiled as she lit up her first cigarette on break to the surprise of her colleagues. As Paula's addiction continued, sitting alone in the north pole Nicole's own intrigue into smoking had deepend, intensified and multiplied thousands of times.

At night after being dutiful and settling down the reindeers, she would find herself lying in her room and pleasuring herself to the thought of Paula sucking hard on a cigarette. She was imaging the smoke as it entered her lungs, and the feeling it was giving her. The extreme buzz.

Having managed to successfully fudge the naughty and nice lists, one Christmas whilst dropping off presents under Paula's small plastic Christmas tree, Nicole had spotted an open pack of cigarettes in Paula's living room. She just had time to swipe just two of them. A number as to not to cause offence or even confusion. As well as satisfying her own curiosity.

For the whole trip back to the North Pole, Nicole could feel a growing excitement burning an ever bigger hole in her pocket. Those cigarettes were meant for Paula's lips. They were now due for hers.

That Christmas with what felt like too many uncomfortable hours on the sleigh, Nicole was easily distracted by the two paper cylinders in her pocket. With every delivery she had to check that they had not fallen out.. When she and her father had returned to the North Pole, the very next morning when everyone else was sleeping.

The excitement got to her, she went out the back of the workshop and spent a while rummaging trying to find the one thing she needed. Finally after finding a pack of matches she had hidden out the back. She then headed out into the frozen wasteland just to light up one of Paula's cigarettes.

Oh, the buzz she got. She knew right away that she was going to smoke. It was like electric pleasure had gone through her body. She was actually born to smoke, she knew it right there and then.

A few days later, she was smoking the second of the cigarettes out the back of the workshop at night and she heard the door slam. 'Shit', she had thought it was her father. But it wasn't. It had only been Butterscotch, one of the elves. She watched on as Butterscotch hid behind the workbenches and soon there was a cloud of smoke above her head as she lit up.

Nicole plucked up the courage and went over, her own cigarette between her fingers and towered over Butterscotch as she looked up and let out a smoke filled gasp.

They now had a rather important bond. They sat there and talked about smoking, and with them both potentially in trouble with needing cigarettes Butterscotch promised that she would get her smokes. It was there then she explained that there was a secret military base near the Pole, and Butterscotch and her buddies, Ginger, and Pixie would sneak in and steal smokes from the unsuspecting officers.

Going forward word got out and It caused a little consternation between the elves, that Butterscotch now had got the "ear" and the lips of the new boss because of the smoking situation.

They had kept her supply up for three years when her father finally caught her. He was getting older and tended not to roam around anymore. Nicole and the elves felt safer. Until that day. He had unsteadily walked around the site. They had let their guard down.

Nicolas Claus had been disappointed in her, but what could he do then? He finally accepted the habit, and the next year, on Boxing Day Nicole was surprised to find in her bedroom there was a massive collection of different cartons of cigarettes, sourced from around the world for her.

He had given her nicotine addiction his blessing.

With pressure from the elves the following Christmas Nicole had stepped up and started learning the trade. She had taken the opportunity of a side hustle and had dropped off an extra present that Paula hadn't asked for. A bright red Rampant Rabbit. Nicole had got the elves to engrave ♥️ SC on the bottom of the handle.

Nicole was disappointed that she never saw on Santa Cam if Paula ever spotted the engraving when she used the machine that night whilst smoking a cigarette. She was even more disappointed the following week as Paula found a man as the bells struck twelve that New Year's Eve. Even now Nicole still got to visit Paula's house, even after she got married, as they had a very good young train obsessed child that still needed toys.

Nicole stirred from her pleasurable alcohol fuelled, nicotine filled rush of a daydream as she heard the brass hinges to her door for her room slowly creak open. She could not help but force a smile as she turned her head to see her gorgeous dark-haired Jess. She poked her head around the door checking Nicole was still awake. She grinned back and slowly sauntered in. Her bright red stocking covered chunky thighs which swished together. Her hair slicked down her lower back with a bright red Christmas pudding hairband. Nicole had first seen Jess wearing a 'nearly there' red bikini on Christmas Island a few years ago. Bikinis were not the clothing choice in perma-winter, and for Jess the 'Christmas is everyday' diet hadn't been kind.

To Nicole, Jess was still sexy as hell, as the large, sunbed tanned curves still worked, if anything she was jealous of them. Her curves had developed better than her own. Jess was wrapped up warm in her fitted red turtleneck jumper. A window had been left open on the corridor and her large nipples were standing proud from her bulging breasts. On her hips she was wearing her silver glitter skirt over thick warm red stockings.

This was another unexpected but inevitable occurrence of people watching on the Santa Cam. Nicole was the first lesbian or gay Santa in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. She knew since she was young, there was no interest in men.

Jess was already a Christmas fanatic and her decorations at home went up in October. The elves had easily spotted her on one of their boring days conducting a global search. Nicole had by "total coincidence" found her in the beach bar drinking and after talking to Nicole smoking on Christmas Island. Normally she would have instantly been on the naughty list and stayed there had they not instantly taken a liking to each other.