Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!
Warning: Can contain traces of egg nog.
„I bet it’s Rudolph, that senile old hack“, Benjamin mumbled. The
slender, petite elf tapped his foot and looked out the window. “I bet he
has taken a wrong turn…”
He had convened in the common room along with the other senior elves.
This season had been particularly exhausting. The number of gifts that
had to be processed was up 10% compared to last year’s final tally. And
North Pole Management Inc. hadn’t even considered upping the number of
contract elves. Naturally, the twelve senior elves were tired.
But now it was almost dawn on Christmas Morning, and the season was
finally over. Nico would be coming home from his last tour any minute
now, and the elves were looking forward to their ritual.
Nico was a young, fit, great-looking stud who looked like a prince from a
fairy tale. Brown hair, a friendly smile, a handsome face, and a
fantastic body with muscles in all the right placed – the little blond
elves just loved him. The previous Santa, a chain-smoking ugly old slob
with a fuzzy white beard, greasy hair and a pot belly had retired after
his second heart-attack, much to the delight of his little helpers. When
Nico had first arrived at the North Pole, the elves had trouble hiding
their rock-hard excitement in their tight-fitting felt pants…
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