Santa's Lay - Part 1

Nick accidently kills Santa Clause and is taken to the North Pole by Elves, and finds out what Santa does for the other 364 days of the year.

The following story is a fictional story about a man who becomes Santa Clause.

The Elves in this story are all 100 years old or older, despite their young child-like appearance.

Nick, a 41 year old man, was driving home late Christmas Eve after spending most of the day drinking away his sorrows at the local bar, he’s been single for a few years, recently lost his job, didn’t have any children or family that he was close too, and as Christmas approached with the prospect of spending it alone yet again, he felt down and drank a lot to escape the loneliness.

He was driving back home late at night, he was drunk and shouldn’t have been driving, but Nick didn’t really care, it was snowing quite heavily and visibility was minimal, he was driving fast and skidding and swerving all over the road with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, taking drinks from it every few minutes.

He was drunk and tired and started to drift off to sleep at the wheel as he drove across a bridge, suddenly he felt a thud, awoke in shock and quickly slammed on the breaks, “FUCK!!” he yelled loudly as the car quickly slowed and slammed in to the stone side of the bridge.

He opened the door and staggered out of the car to see what he’d hit, as he walked to the back of the car using his hand to shield his eyes from the fast falling thick snow, he saw someone lying motionless on the road.

“Oh fuck…” he gasped, realising that he’d hit someone, “…Oh…. Oh fuck!”

He ran towards them and skidded on his knees when he reached them, he grabbed the fabric of the bright red suit the man was wearing and rolled him over on to his back, the man had a thick bushy white beard, and he was rather chubby, “Hey – Hey Mr – Wake up…” he shouted, shoving and shaking the man, “…Come on, get up – Wake up, damn it!”

Then he lifted his hands up and saw that he had blood on his palms, the man he’d hit was dead and bleeding, “Oh my god.” He said to himself, the reality and regret of what he’d done hitting him instantly.

As he knelt in the road upset and shaking, he heard a ringing bell off the side of the road, many bells in fact, he stood up and slowly walked towards the sounds, as he reached the bridge he looked down and underneath, on top of the wide frozen river were several reindeer harnessed to a gold and brown wooden sleigh.

He looked back at the man in the road and then back to the reindeer below and though he was hallucinating, then he began to feel faint from the distress of hitting the man, the alcohol coursing through his veins and the freezing cold around him, he passed out.

When Nick regained consciousness he slowly opened his eyes, he saw bright lights and he felt a bad headache as he sat himself up, “Oh jeesh!” he groaned, holding his pounding forehead, when his eyes gained focus he could see that he was on a very large bed, the biggest bed he’d ever seen, you could fit 5-6 people side-by-side on the bed.

He was wearing red silk pyjamas, the walls of the room were covered in bold bright colours, toys and teddy bears were scattered all around the room, as he looked to the other end of the room there was a large golden door and there was someone standing there, “H – Hello?” he said, confused about where he was or how he even got there.

As the person he saw walked towards the bed and got closer, he saw them more clearly, it was a young girl, a girl with pointed ears, and dressed in strange yet festive clothes, she handed him a golden goblet, “Drink this.” She said.

He took the goblet and drank from it, he felt very thirsty, it was full of chocolate milk, “Thank you.” He said, handing back the goblet, “Who are you?” he asked.

“My name is Holly.” She replied.

“…and where am I? – Is this a hospital? – How did I get here?” he asked, bombarding her with questions.

Holly smiled, “I see you have many questions. Let me explain.” She said, sitting herself down on the side of the bed.

She went on to explain that the man Nick hit and killed with his car was Santa Clause, he’d dropped his sack out of the sleigh and was on the ground to retrieve it when Nick unfortunately struck him down. When Elf Control couldn’t get in contact with Santa they sent a search team out and found Santa lying dead in the road and Nick passed out, finding Santa dead had initiated emergency protocols and they brought Nick back with them, along with Santa’s sleigh and reindeer.

“Are you saying I killed Santa Clause?” Nick asked.

“Yes.” Replied Holly, lowering her head in grief.

“THE Santa Clause?” asked Nick.

Nick had a flash back of what happened on the bridge, and remembered everything, “Oh god. I killed Santa Clause.” He said, then he was just in disbelief and shook his head rapidly and laughed, “Wait – Santa isn’t real.” He said, “This is a dream right? – I’m just – I’m dreaming. This is just a weird fucking dream.” He said.

Holly then slapped him very hard across the face.

“Ouch!” he complained, “What did you do that for?” he asked.

“To prove you’re not dreaming…” she replied, then she stood up and took his hand, “…Come with me.” She said.

Nick got off the bed and walked hand-in-hand with Holly towards the door, “Maybe this will convince you.” She said, then she pushed the big golden doors open, suddenly he could hear music and singing and the doors lead out on to a balcony where Nick stood and looked out in disbelief.

He saw an enormous room, with thousands of Elves singing and working, they were making toys, thousands, millions of toys stacked as high as a mountain all around, “Fuck – I really did kill Santa Clause.” He said.

“Welcome to the North Pole.” Said Holly, “Santa’s workshop….. You’re workshop now.” She added.

“My workshop? – What do you mean, my workshop?” he asked.

“You’re our new Santa Clause.” Said Holly.

“The new…. I’m the what?” asked Nick, still unable to take it all in and feeling like he’s slowly losing his mind, “Okay, can I speak to your dad or someone. Where are the grownups?” he asked.

“I’m a grownup.” She replied.

“You’re just a kid. I need to speak to an adult.” He said.

“I’m three hundred years old. I think that qualifies me as an adult.” She said.

“….What?!” asked Nick.

Holly explained that there are no children in the North Pole, every Elf is 100 years old or older, Elves stop physically aging when they reach a certain stage in their development and that’s the reason why they all have a child-like appearance, by they are very much “grownup”.

“Things work differently here in the North Pole. Even time itself.” She said.

“I think I need to lay down.” Said Nick, starting to feel faint again from all the confusion.

They walked back to the bed and Nick climbed under the sheets and laid himself down, things went quiet for a moment and Nick opened his eyes wondering where Holly had got too, and he saw her taking off her clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I will keep you warm tonight.” She replied.

Nick watched as she removed all of her clothes and then saw her small child-like body, naked, and very beautiful.

Holly then lifted the side of the sheet up and climbed on to the bed, she then crawled underneath the sheets, as Nick wondered what she was doing, he suddenly felt his pyjama bottoms being pulled down to his knees, “..What the…” he stuttered.

Then he felt Holly grip his cock and stroke it, he lifted up the top of the sheet and looked beneath them and saw her stroking his cock, “….W-What are you doing, Holly?!??” he gasped.

“Go to sleep. I’ll take good care of you.” She replied.

Nick laid back and closed his eyes, he smiled while Holly stroked his cock, and he chuckled lightly, “This is a dream. It’s just a dream. I’m drunk and I’m at home, and this is just a weird ass dirty dream.” He said to himself.

Holly then licked his balls and started to suck on the tip of his cock, Nick liked the feeling of her wet warm mouth, “Mmm.” He groaned, “This is a great dream” he said.

Holly continued to pleasure Nick’s cock, rubbing and sucking on it, plunging it deep in to her mouth, she knew what she was doing and she sucked him for several minutes until he ejaculated in to her small mouth, “Ug-Oogh!” Nick groaned with pleasurable release, and Holly swallowed his heavy load, licking his cock clean afterwards.

Nick then fell asleep….when he wakes up, he'll have a lot of work to do, or should I say Elves to do.

Part 2 soon.