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Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

He laughed, thrust lazily once more. “Whatever you want, baby. As long as I get to fill this pussy every Christmas.” She kissed him again, tasting fake snow and cum. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

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Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

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Each person would draw a festive holiday-themed prompt from a hat and act it out, while the others guessed what it was. As we settled into our spots, it quickly became clear that Chris was not fully engaged. He made an effort to join in, pulling a slip of paper from the hat and trying his best to act out "building a snowman," but his heart didn't seem to be in it. His movements were sluggish, and his attempts at humor fell flat. I watched him from across the room, my heart aching a little. I missed his usual jolly personality—the way his laughter could light up a room. Seeing him like this on Christmas Day felt like a cloud hanging over the festivities.

“Jane the Elf.” Santa smirks beneath his own fake beard. “Well then,” he says, “have you two been naughty or nice this year?” Karl and I exchange amused glances, and I reply with a grin, “We’ve been mostly nice, Santa.” Santa chuckles warmly and motions for us to sit on his lap. I take a seat, and Karl stands beside me, slinging his arm around my shoulder playfully. As we pose for the photo, I can’t help but smile beneath my mask. It’s times like this that reminds me that Karl and I did share some good times together, and maybe we can create even more.

He clicked a few shots and frowned. "Hold your pose, guys." Peyton cleared her throat. "I think we're going for true giggles here. Perhaps we could get Mr. Gaines to sing karaoke at this year's Christmas party. A little rendition of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus?" Chuckles sounded behind Xavier, and he forced a grin as Mitchum fired off several clicks of the camera, moving slightly from side to side and crouching for a few. He rose. "I think we're good."

There was a lot of shuffling and a few grunts before it fell silent. “Okay. Open your eyes.” My mouth dropped open in surprise, and then a giggle escaped. They stood side by side, arms thrown over each other’s shoulders as they smiled widely at me. “Merry Christmas, Albany!” they exclaimed. “I need to take a picture!” Their smiles slipped away. “It’ll make a perfect Christmas card.” “I told you this was a bad idea!” Kieran hissed. “I love it!” I told them. “And I’m glad that they all fit.”