Merry dreamed of great things to come, sure that someday all of her fondest dreams would come true.
In her youth, each Christmas she was sure she could feel Santa himself watching her every move and that he knew the contents of her heart, how very much she wanted to be with him and how she longed to help him.
She knew for sure, her freedom depended upon staying awake Christmas Eve until she heard Santa on the roof, then she would catch him at the window and convince him what a good worker she was and that he should take her to the North Pole to help build toys.
Merry figured he had to come in her attic window because the chimney at 214 Maple was not the kind that would hold a thin man let alone a plump one.
As her mom and dad were always broke, the unexpected presents on Christmas morning provided proof for her theory. Just the mere thought of him creeping past her bed thrilled her and fueled her fantasies.
With images in her head of escaping all her family problems, she had no doubts that one day she'd be flying through the sky en-route to the North Pole as an official Santa helper; there she would live happily ever after.
Every other Christmas Eve for as long as she could recall her dad celebrated with too much booze. Not only did she worry about her mother and siblings safety, she was sure Santa would not appear in the midst of her dad chasing her mother around the dinning room table with a long butcher knife.
Even though Merry desperately wanted to escape, she knew she could not leave Mom and the kids alone on a "drunk year" to fend for themselves.
She kept a heavy duty cap gun and 25 feet of clothes line under her pillow with the idea of hitting her daddy over the head and tying him up. Laying flat down face to the floor, she carefully monitored all the terrifying events via the cold air register and could not only hear everything, but see it as well.
The fighting would stop, usually after her mother was punched or fainted. Silence would fall and Merry's plot of trying to figure out how she could hit him hard enough to knock him out, but not kill him, faded into the night like a bad dream where only thoughts of being with Santa offered relief and eventual sleep.
Whether it was drunk or sober, the problem remained that every Christmas she drifted off to sleep BEFORE Santa arrived.
Come next morning the excitement and agony of having to eat a full breakfast before the 9' by 9 'doors were opened, put her dream on hold until the following year when she'd long for it all over again.
One spring day she was playing with older girls who explained there was no Easter Bunny. From that, she deduced there was no Santa either, except deep in her heart she still half believed for a very long time, even at age 37.
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Merry was shopping at "Filene's Basement" in Downtown Boston and spotted him. He was sitting on a huge chair with no one around during an apparent lull, like a magnet he drew her to the area where he sat next to a display of toys. An elf photographer sat next to him at a nearby table.
Suddenly an idea came to Merry. She thought to herself:
"Wouldn't it be great fun to send out Christmas Cards with me sitting on Santa's lap in Eden's "Black Ruffled Crotchless Boyshorts" and its matching
Push-up Bikini top ?"
Approaching the sign-up table Santa stared at her intently. When he finally caught her gaze, he winked.
Merry flashed him smile and begin talking loud enough so both he and his assistant could hear:
"This may sound unusual but hear me out. l want to have a picture of myself sitting on Santa's lap and then have you them up as holiday greeting cards. Would Santa do ME, I mean do it FOR me?"
Getting an affirmative nod from his boss, Elfin told her "yes" and took her money.
Merry looked around and seeing no one near by, she approached his lap while quickly taking off her coat and wrap-around dress.
She asked the photographer to please hurry before any customers showed up.
The photographer's flash went off and Merry put her dress and coat back on as fast as she had taken them off.
Santa looked dazed but soon recovered and invited her to sit back down on his now rock hard "package" to tell him all she would like for Christmas.
Before long Merry found herself explaining her life time fascination with him and her longing to ride in his sleigh to the North Pole.
She could tell that despite the make-up and beard, she was sitting on the lap of very charming handsome and sexy man. Santa or not, she felt herself becoming highly aroused and her juices flowing down her leg.
Clearing his throat he murmured in her ear:
"Merry, I can make this wish come true, tonight if you'd like...."
Her heart about leaped out of her chest as she responded by giving him a big hug and saying:
"Really? That would be wonderful tell me how!"
Holding her closer and adjusting his legs, Santa told her in a confidential tone:
"Merry, when I leave here I'm going to Provincetown to be at the Royal Crowne Bed and Breakfast to take part in the festivities. After dinner I will be taking guests for rides in my sleigh all evening long. Join me at 7PM for dinner, singing and then my final sleigh ride of the night. I promise THEN, to take you to the North Pole."
Astounded, Merry couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her logical mind snapped to attention wanting to reject what he said as total nonsense, but instead she found herself mesmerized by his sparkling eyes and deep melodious voice.
Accepting his invitation she told him:
"Oh Santa, I love "P" town and Cape Cod. Especially Crowne Pointe! I will meet you there, but tell me, how will I recognize you?"
Santa laughed and said:
"Merry, I'm remaining in costume. If for some reason there are two Santa's present, ask the owners to seat you at the VIP table. Tell them you are a guest of Nicholas Clause. I will make certain they're expecting you."
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Not having time to return home, Merry freshened up in the powder room of the Parker House Hotel and took the subway to World Trade Center. From there, she walked over to the Provincetown Fast Ferry Docks to take a Catamaran across Massachusetts's Bay to Provincetown. Arriving at 6:55AM she was met at the door by the host who escorted her to a long elaborately decorated table at the front of the Crowne's Dinning Room where Nicholas soon joined her.
The dinner was out of this world and although afterwords Nicholas had to leave her alone to give guests their sleigh rides, Merry enjoyed the jovial exchanges and singing with her delightful dinner companions.
After the last guests had their sleigh ride, Nicholas hurried to get
their coats from the cloak room. He and Merry hugged the guests goodbye wishing them all a Happy New Year, promising they would try to return to celebrate New Year's Eve.
Making their way out to the deserted snow covered streets lined with closed up summer cottages, Nicholas led Merry to his old fashioned "Cutter Sleigh" that looked exactly like she thought Santa's would. Giving his Morgan horse "Mr. Ed" a cube of sugar, he tucked the blanket around Merry and they took off.
She laughed and said:
"Now Nicholas, I suppose next you are going to tell me that we are indeed on our way to the North Pole."
He gave her a hug and said:
"Of course, that's what you wanted isn't it?"
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The ride was heavenly under the stunning sky that lit their way. The warmth and security of having Santa holding her close as they rode, aroused her to the point she didn't care anymore if he was really Santa or not. His hand under the blanket caressing her leg inspired her to do the same in turn. The falling snow didn't cool down their burning cheeks or escalating passion.
After a half hour of traveling deep into the woods they pulled up to large old fashioned log cabin lodge and out buildings.
On two 14' logs with a sign connecting them to form an entrance, were the words, "The North Pole"." It did indeed look like all the drawings she had ever seen of Santa's house and workshop.
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Nicholas attempted to help Merry from the sleigh but he slipped and fell in the deep snow hysterically laughing, the minute one would stop the other would start in again. The next thing Merry started putting snow down his pants. Not wanting his hard on to shrink, he tackled her holding her down helpless in a full body press.
The lust between them was so hot he could have fucked her on the spot
but instead he picked her up and carried her in to the lodge. Helping her get out of her wet clothes and into his bright red "Pendleton Robe" it was all he could do
not to take full advantage of the situation.
Bringing her a cup of hot chocolate and some Christmas cookies, he put on his new Barry Manilow Christmas songs, lit the fire and excused himself to go unbridle Mr. Ed in the middle of the most raging hard-on of his life.
Sending Merry an email from the stable, he said:
"Dear Merry, I decided not to come back in the lodge. I got a job to do. This is a busy night for me. Elfin my assistant, will look after any needs you may have.
When I return I hope with all my heart to find you here my Sweet Darling. Hugs and Kisses, Nicholas xo
P.S I AM SO HUNGRY FOR MORE THAN COOKIES AND MILK! "
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To Be Continued as: "More Than Cookies And Milk (Part 2)"
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