The fire roared and snowflakes fell from the sky outside, as a white haired woman flitted around fluffing pillows and arranging blankets. The Christmas season was coming to a close for the best night of the year, a private party for the best elves.
The woman stopped in front of the mirror, rearranging her see through robe that tied around her waist, making sure everything was in place, as she was the hostess. A knock at the door brought her back to the present. "Coming," she yelled, gliding to the door.
She opened it to see her handmaiden with the cart of champagne and treats. "There you are! Come in, Trixie."
The shorter woman pushed the cart in, as the woman picked up a glass. She sipped on the bubbly, eyeing the woman. "Come here," she instructed.
Trixie came over and the woman pulled at a curl framing her face before looking at the woman dressed in holiday green corset and matching underwear. She pulled the bow that covered her B cup breasts. "Look at you all dressed up for the occasion. A little added treat for our guests."
She handed the glass to Trixie, who drank it. "Ma'am, are you sure...."
"You'll do great," she encouraged, kissing her on the cheek before pulling her next to her. "They'll eat you up."
"But what about you?" She said, her hand trembling. They could hear chattering in the hallway. Their guests were almost here.
"Don't worry about me. There's enough to go around and 24 hours to fill."
"But Mrs..."
The door opened to reveal three men of varying ages and heights. The butler cleared his throat, "Ma'am, your guests have arrived."
"Thank you, Basel," she replied, stepping forward. "Will you be a dear and get the rest of the supplies for us."
"Yes, ma'am," he quickly left as soon as he came. The others just stared.
"Now, you all must be the best elves of 2022," she greeted, hands clasped with a twinkle in her eye. "Most of you are new, but we have one returning guest from previous years, Scout. Did you tell the others?"
"No ma'am," Scout said.
She walked up to him, pulling gently on his tie, which caused him to grow taller. "You just wanted your height back," she teased.
He smiled. "Among other things."
"Must be the cookies."
The others watched the rapport back and forth before she turned to the others. She walked slowly in front of the younger, blue-eyed man. "And you are?"
"Frost," he greeted.
"In woodworking."
He nodded. "You must be wondering why you're here."
"The boys, they said...." He paused, unable to look her in the eye.
She pulled on his tie like she did Scout's, growing in size. She now had to peer up at him. "They said what?" She asked, letting go of his tie.
"We get a reward."
"Maybe. We'll see."
She moved on to the last one, a redhead female. "Well, hello, we don't get many females here. This sure is a nice surprise," she complimented, walking forward.
The woman was wearing the best dress she owned, red with sequined trim. "Hello, ma'am,"
The older woman held her hand. "And what's your name?"
"Joy."
"I must say it is," she winked at her, stroking the young woman's fingers. She gained some height but not much. "Now, I'm Mrs Claus or by the end of the night Ginger."
Mrs. Claus stepped back and behind her handmaiden, placing her hands on her shoulders. "This is Trixie. She's my helper of sorts and will assist this evening; Basel may as well."