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While children in America might fear getting coal in their stockings, kids in other parts of the world are warned about demons who beat them bloody, a giant cat that devours the lazy, and an ogress who cooks and eats disobedient children for her Christmas dinner.Ho ho ho, kids! If you like the stories Santa is telling, tell your friends and family about the Spooky Santa podcast so they can listen too! STORY AND MUSIC CREDITS/SOURCES…“Christmas Monsters”: https://tinyurl.com/stczesl“Ruby's Revenge” by Izzie, age 11 in Kensignton: https://tinyurl.com/sanns5y“North Pole Coal” by Patrick Hueller: https://tinyurl.com/wkp7uu6All music used with permission of the artists. Spooky Santa theme by Midnight Syndicate (http://amzn.to/2BYCoXZ). All other music by Nicolas Gasparini (http://bit.ly/2LykK0g).***Spooky Santa™ and Weird Darkness® are creations and trademarks of Marlar House Productions and Weird Darkness, LLC. Copyright © Weird Darkness, 2024"I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46https://weirddarkness.com/ChristmasMonsters#WeirdDarkness #Krampus #ChristmasMonsters #ScaryChristmas #HolidayHorror #CreepyChristmas #DarkFolklore #YuleCat #AntiSanta #EuropeanFolklore

Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

Miracle On Route 34: Part 1 Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Author's Notes: Someone asked me to write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both charming and irksome all at once. I wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them. Merry ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice! , Management Chapter 1. Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass. She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass, unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the boondocks. Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead. Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city. He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido or Nunzio or whatever his name was. Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over. It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one. She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the stereo system. "Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank more wine. She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on, since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it encountered the glass before her face did. "Will you look at that shit out there;" she muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear her. Well, almost no one. "Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;" The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown. "Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas. "Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her. The hot tub. It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits. But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few days now. She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings, stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though, missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively. "You win this time, gravity;" she growled, displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life. Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to let her frustrations go. She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not belonging. "Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?" It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some, either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries. She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic. Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of her index finger, lost in reverie. God, if only it were a man fucking her. "Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's the justice in that?" She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little longer. She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet. "Alone; again;" She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from Juan as possible. Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs to bed. "Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas." The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit. "Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?" She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the hell was wrong? The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed deeply. She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to her until she found a man for herself. That bitch. "Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him. "Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;" And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep to take her. "Fuck Christmas;" A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been drunk and it might just be hangover noises. Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or across the walls? Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room. Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And in this fucking weather! "Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?" "Well, at least if they see you they might have their way with you and break your dry spell." She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get laid? Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold? Fucking trash pandas. She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to identify anything that might be amiss. Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming to himself. She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear her or took no notice of her. "I don't want to hurt you," she growled through clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you." The person in red paused in their activities and then stood up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice that could only be described as jolly. Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been robbed of the power of speech. "W, who;" she finally managed to stammer. "Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus." She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?" "Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!" "Oh, there's no need for that," he said cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for you, hasn't it, Ginny?" "Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Of course I know it," the man claiming to be Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't, right?" "If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet. "Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?" He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips. "Are you sure?" "C'mon, you haven't got all day." "Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with you." She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!" He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on yourself, just to see what it was like." Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do you know that, you perv?" The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And every other boy and girl in the world" "Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed, glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want to buy into that cockamamie story!" "Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child, were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the naughty column that the good column, didn't you?" "What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides. "You and your brother could get rather friendly, couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out. She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and landing on him were just playful." "While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white eyebrow. Ginny blushed. "But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying is naughty, right?" "Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly, holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage. "Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting the gifts I wanted?" "Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow." Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here. I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit." Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to bed." "No, you're not getting off that easily," she said in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the fucking century and I want answers, dammit!" He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away." Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?" He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have." "What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely. "Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She mentioned the last bit with air quotes. "Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am capable of being many places at once." "Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she asked archly. "Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain." "So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her guard seeming to slowly come down. "No, not at all," he said, shaking his head. "It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'" "So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she asked, her body finally relaxing. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the world." "So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now. She walked over to a stool and sat on it. "Like I said, it's difficult to explain without breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the Fortress of Solitude." Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman? You're friends with Superman?" "Of course not!" the jolly man laughed. "There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character. Had you going, though." "Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed, looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the naughty girl list?" "Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant promiscuity." "Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's so wrong with wanting to get banged?" "Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted together a little more." "Really;" she said, clearly not impressed. "Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything." "According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of your clothes." Santa mentioned. "This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening further as she stomped toward him. He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed. "Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;" The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow. The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds. When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw. He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth. "Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;" "This is what I really look like," he said, spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat old man disguise better." "I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs. "It's like you're Photo-shopped." He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me want to not get off the naughty list." "I think I know what you really want for Christmas;" he said slyly. Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" "No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied. "I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie." "Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere, I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up on the good girl list by being rather naughty." She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for Christmas?" He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for Christmas." "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!" "Well, this is super-easy," she declared. "Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas." "With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily. "Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies happy." "Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;" Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her eyes widening. "Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a fat kid's Christmas stocking;" "Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully, watching her admire his cock. "By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?" she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft, wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?" He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus, Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say my name the way you think of me." "Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt? "Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult." "Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue rolling against it. "The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?" "Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said, leering. "Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment. She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting. She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this monster in her mouth this one night; She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle hand on the back of her head. "Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;" Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock and the other cupped his balls, fondling them. Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his sensitive skin. "Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia." "Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt was very, very wet beneath her robe. Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth. Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind. "Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly, stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream. Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her skin. Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently, her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic as Santa pumped his hips against her face. "Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?" He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin. Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually released him and smiled up at him wickedly. "So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?" "Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But it's not like I've given you your whole present yet." "Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now. "Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all night?" "Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give you the rest of your present, Virginia?" "Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?" He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was. "You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she asked, smiling slyly. "I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know instinctively what she loved most. Which only made sense, since he was Santa. "Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak. He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips, he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost. "Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely cool all at once, tingling, like mint again. How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint? "Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after all. She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him, squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her tits, sending delicious thrills through her. He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways she hadn't known were possible; "Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;" "Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow. His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch, almost clawing it. "Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;" she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;" "You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted, thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel wonderful and tight, Virginia;" "Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like mint?" "Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me, Santa!" "Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her. "Want my cum in you?" "God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth. "Fucking cum in me and make me scream!" They strained against one another desperately and then she cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply. She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her, pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had ever experienced. But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his cock against her sopping cunt again. "Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again, his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with those penetrating blue eyes. "Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with that thing!" "Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you." She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around him, baffled by how big he felt inside her. She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling to the look of pleasure on this face. "Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful cock, Santa!" "I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt, but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever. She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck. She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself, pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him, Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm. They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt. It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away. "Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;" "You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little pent up there." "Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." "I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes. "Kinda my thing, after all." "So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?" He shrugged. "There has been, of course." She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?" He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor. "Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first, then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana, Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;" "I see," she said stonily. "You've had more wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands." "Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to me." "So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly. "Well of course you are," he said, not understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia." "And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?" He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed. "I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special. And clearly you're not good at lying." "Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie." "Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't lie?" "No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth, I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it." "You don't know how to lie?" she mused. "If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd believe my lie." "No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look. "You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl." He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating. "God, I can't believe you've still got wood after cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening. She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by being crazy. "How long can you keep going?" He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you need me to?" "Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got another itch that needs scratching." He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet, have you?" "Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already." He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again or stroking his balls. He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass. "Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is bigger than some dicks I've fucked!" She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste. He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations. Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly. She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit gently. She shivered at the touch. "One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?" "Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly, standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it steady while she sank down, very slowly. Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself, feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure. "Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before," she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this." His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to fuck him to. Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness. "You think of everything, don't you?" she purred, lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again." He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap, squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her. Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap. Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very easily become an addict. "Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin. Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking; Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame against himself. She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently, caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding this this is who he was and what he was meant to do. Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into his embrace, sighing in contentment. "Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this." "I like things the way they are," he replied, hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What could be better than that?" "True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only human, all this sex could kill me." "Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled. "Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other species." "Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted. "You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to” "No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile, but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed it." "I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she mused. "More like you or the mom?" "No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly a manual, so I've never taken a chance." She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock and giggled, pressing her finger against the head. "Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir," she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night, if not the whole season." He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for Christmas." "Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling. "Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?" "Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously." Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around, as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face. "That's no storm," he said in a low, growling voice. "Not a regular one, anyway." "What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing from her mind. "What's going on?" she asked, his consternation beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots. "It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?" "I wish that were true," he replied, his expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Okay, but” "Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes flashing. "It's very important to your safety." "Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she pleaded. "Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been more careful." "What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out. "Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said, his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil henchman who punishes wicked children." "I take it that's not true, then?" she asked, looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for. "Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it never happened." "What's that got to do with us here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this storm?" "This storm is his doing, I recognize it now," Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a regular winter storm if you're not paying

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Paranormal researcher Alex Matsuo joined guest host Rich Berra (email) to explore the darker side of Christmas traditions. For centuries, societies, particularly in pagan traditions, believed that the veil between the living and the spirit world was thinner during this time, with figures like Odin leading the Wild Hunt to collect souls, she explained. This belief in wandering spirits and darker forces inspired tales and traditions, which were later blended into festive storytelling, most notably by Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol. This juxtaposition of joy and darkness is characteristic of the season, she added.Matsuo shared how personal experiences shaped her exploration of Christmas's darker lore. Following the loss of close family members and grappling with personal grief, she found solace in delving into the macabre aspects of Christmas traditions. She highlighted figures like Krampus and Frau Perchta, who imposed moral lessons through fear, as well as the evolution of these traditions into more playful modern interpretations. This historical curiosity also revealed how pre-Christian practices were often absorbed into Christian festivities, she noted.Matsuo traced the origins of various Christmas figures and their traditions from around the world, emphasizing the Scandinavian roots of many customs. For example, she examined Krampus's role as Saint Nicholas's enforcer, punishing naughty children, and Finland's Joulupukki, a goat-like figure evolved from darker mythological roots into a gift-giving entity akin to Santa Claus. The cultural importance of leaving offerings for these figures is a recurring theme, symbolizing respect and gratitude to mythical guardians, she pointed out.------------------------------------------During the latter half of the program, bestselling author William Forstchen touched on drone sightings in the U.S., and the potential dangers of solar flares and EMPs. He expressed frustration with the bureaucracy's sluggishness in addressing aerial threats, likening it to the inefficiencies of the Department of Motor Vehicles. He noted that clear, decisive action, such as shooting down unverified objects, could provide answers and alleviate public concern. Forstchen critiqued the federal government's response to incidents like the Chinese spy balloon, which traversed the U.S. largely unchallenged.Shifting to EMPs, Forstchen elaborated on the catastrophic consequences of such an event, detailing how it could cripple electrical grids and lead to societal collapse. He explained the mechanics of EMPs and highlighted the vulnerabilities in the U.S. infrastructure, citing outdated components and a lack of preparedness. Using fictional storytelling, such as his book One Second After, he illustrates the devastating effects on water supply, food distribution, and public order.Forstchen also expressed his optimism for private enterprise revolutionizing space exploration and addressing technological gaps. He affirmed that humans landed on the moon, dismissing conspiracy theories as implausible due to the sheer number of people required to sustain such a hoax. Reflecting on the International Space Station (ISS), he discussed the challenges faced by astronauts, particularly those stranded due to unforeseen circumstances, emphasizing the physical toll of prolonged weightlessness. He highlighted the need for robust planning and innovation to tackle both terrestrial and extraterrestrial challenges.Guests

Kotoisat jouluperinteemme juontavat juurensa aina muinaiseen Egyptiin asti. Taiteentutkija Liisa Väisänen sukeltaa Pasi Heikuran kanssa joulun symbolien historiaan. Ohjelmassa maistellaan myös urheilusivujen sana-akrobatiaa, ja kysytään, mitä kaivamme, kun kaivamme kuvetta. Ohjelman ovat toimittaneet Pasi Heikura ja Tina Cavén.

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A Tisza Párt olyan állatkerti vezető kirúgását kéri Karácsony Gergelytől, aki már nem is dolgozik ott Telex     2024-10-27 10:49:02     Belföld Önkormányzat Karácsony Gergely Tisza Párt Állatkert Wikipédia A furcsa ügyben a Tisza azt is felrója a Fővárosi Önkormányzatnak, hogy nem frissült az állatkert Wikipédia-oldala, és olyasmit hiányol a honlapjáról, ami rajta van. Oroszország támadást indított Kijev ellen Privátbankár     2024-10-27 10:57:08     Külföld Ukrajna Drón Kijev Az ukránok szerint az összes drónt sikerült megsemmisíteni a fővárosnál - más területeken viszont újabb civileket öltek az orosz drónok. Olekszandr Szirszkij: törjék el a gerincét azoknak, akik nem akarnak bevonulni a hadseregbe HírTV     2024-10-27 13:18:02     Külföld Ukrajna Kijev A külföldi parancsnokok húsdarálókba küldik az ukránokat - így reagált az orosz külügyminisztérium szóvivője arra, hogy Kijev lehetővé teszi külföldi állampolgárok tiszti szolgálatát a hadseregében. Szerbia bejelentette, hogy nem kíván csatlakozni a NATO-hoz vg.hu     2024-10-27 12:45:48     Külföld Szerbia Interjú NATO "Biztosítom, hogy Szerbia soha nem lesz a NATO tagja. Független és szabad politikát folytatunk" – mondta a Taszsz-nak adott interjújában. Szűk családi körben temették el Karsai Dánielt 444.hu     2024-10-27 11:53:50     Belföld egyetem Alkotmány Karsai Dániel A megemlékezésen az egyetemfoglalók kórusa búcsúzik majd az életvégi önrendelkezésért küzdő alkotmányjogásztól. A bélrák öt kevéssé ismert tünete, amit érdemes azonnal kivizsgáltatni Magyar Hírlap     2024-10-27 10:57:00     Egészség Súlyos és gyakran halálos egészségügyi kockázatot jelenthet azok számára, akiknél diagnosztizálják. Az utolsó Audi kabrió? Autónavigátor     2024-10-27 11:50:00     Autó-motor Audi Elbúcsúztatjuk a jó időt, és az egyelőre utolsónak számító Audi kabriót. Egy képgalériával készültünk az S5 vászontetős változatáról, ami egy Eladó egy ismert horvát sziget Portfolio     2024-10-27 16:01:00     Gazdaság Horvátország Befektető Horvátország egyik legismertebb természeti látványossága, a szív alakú Galešnjak sziget, valamint két közeli kisebb sziget eladósorba került. A befektetők számára vonzó lehetőséget kínáló ingatlanok között szerepel a Vela Bisaga sziget és a Ričul-sziget egy része is - írta a Croatia Week. Lezárták az ország egyik legnépszerűbb kirándulóhelyét Startlap Utazás     2024-10-27 13:58:07     Utazás Biztonsági okokból hetekre lezárták az egyik legszebb magyar várnak a leglátványosabb pontját, így hiába indulnának útra az őszi szünetben a kirándulók. Kollégája gázolta el az autószerelőt a műhelyben Vezess     2024-10-27 16:43:01     Autó-motor Kamera A műhelyben elütött szerelőnek csodával határos módon nem esett komolyabb baja. A biztonsági kamera rögzítette a második születésnapját. Jön a finn Mikulás: 13 napig járja az országot Sokszínű vidék     2024-10-27 15:34:35     Életmód Adomány Finnország Mikulás Mikulásgyár Joulupukki A Mikulásgyár meghívására érkezik hozzánk Joulupukki. Magyarország egyik legnagyobb karitatív, adománygyűjtő rendezvénye idén ünnepli húszéves fennállását. Sokszoros válogatott futballistába szeretett bele a Red Bull-milliárdos özvegye Sportal     2024-10-27 13:47:06     Foci Red Bull Özvegység A tavalyelőtt elhunyt Dietrich Mateschitz tizenhárom évig élt együtt a nála 39 évvel fiatalabb Marion Feichtnerrel. A most 41 éves asszony - aki, mivel nem voltak házasok, csak idézőjelben özvegy - egyetlen centet sem örökölt a 26 milliárd euróra saccolt Red Bull-vagyonból (Mateschitz mindent egyetlen fiára hagyott), de ettől még nem boldogtalan. S Szilágyi Liliána gitártokkal utazgat, abban vannak a ruhái Telex     2024-10-27 11:54:23     Olimpia Olimpia Úszás Szilágyi Liliána A 27 éves olimpikon úszónő már nem úszik, és mindennap eszébe jut: milyen jó, hogy abbahagyta. Október utolsó hetében sem jön jelentős változás Kiderül     2024-10-27 12:56:46     Időjárás Október utolsó hetében sem változik jelentősen az időjárás. A hét elején még könnyebben, majd egyre nehezebben szakad fel az éjjelente kialakuló köd. A tartósabban ködös területeken maximum szitálás lehetséges. A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon.

A Tisza Párt olyan állatkerti vezető kirúgását kéri Karácsony Gergelytől, aki már nem is dolgozik ott Telex     2024-10-27 10:49:02     Belföld Önkormányzat Karácsony Gergely Tisza Párt Állatkert Wikipédia A furcsa ügyben a Tisza azt is felrója a Fővárosi Önkormányzatnak, hogy nem frissült az állatkert Wikipédia-oldala, és olyasmit hiányol a honlapjáról, ami rajta van. Oroszország támadást indított Kijev ellen Privátbankár     2024-10-27 10:57:08     Külföld Ukrajna Drón Kijev Az ukránok szerint az összes drónt sikerült megsemmisíteni a fővárosnál - más területeken viszont újabb civileket öltek az orosz drónok. Olekszandr Szirszkij: törjék el a gerincét azoknak, akik nem akarnak bevonulni a hadseregbe HírTV     2024-10-27 13:18:02     Külföld Ukrajna Kijev A külföldi parancsnokok húsdarálókba küldik az ukránokat - így reagált az orosz külügyminisztérium szóvivője arra, hogy Kijev lehetővé teszi külföldi állampolgárok tiszti szolgálatát a hadseregében. Szerbia bejelentette, hogy nem kíván csatlakozni a NATO-hoz vg.hu     2024-10-27 12:45:48     Külföld Szerbia Interjú NATO "Biztosítom, hogy Szerbia soha nem lesz a NATO tagja. Független és szabad politikát folytatunk" – mondta a Taszsz-nak adott interjújában. Szűk családi körben temették el Karsai Dánielt 444.hu     2024-10-27 11:53:50     Belföld egyetem Alkotmány Karsai Dániel A megemlékezésen az egyetemfoglalók kórusa búcsúzik majd az életvégi önrendelkezésért küzdő alkotmányjogásztól. A bélrák öt kevéssé ismert tünete, amit érdemes azonnal kivizsgáltatni Magyar Hírlap     2024-10-27 10:57:00     Egészség Súlyos és gyakran halálos egészségügyi kockázatot jelenthet azok számára, akiknél diagnosztizálják. Az utolsó Audi kabrió? Autónavigátor     2024-10-27 11:50:00     Autó-motor Audi Elbúcsúztatjuk a jó időt, és az egyelőre utolsónak számító Audi kabriót. Egy képgalériával készültünk az S5 vászontetős változatáról, ami egy Eladó egy ismert horvát sziget Portfolio     2024-10-27 16:01:00     Gazdaság Horvátország Befektető Horvátország egyik legismertebb természeti látványossága, a szív alakú Galešnjak sziget, valamint két közeli kisebb sziget eladósorba került. A befektetők számára vonzó lehetőséget kínáló ingatlanok között szerepel a Vela Bisaga sziget és a Ričul-sziget egy része is - írta a Croatia Week. Lezárták az ország egyik legnépszerűbb kirándulóhelyét Startlap Utazás     2024-10-27 13:58:07     Utazás Biztonsági okokból hetekre lezárták az egyik legszebb magyar várnak a leglátványosabb pontját, így hiába indulnának útra az őszi szünetben a kirándulók. Kollégája gázolta el az autószerelőt a műhelyben Vezess     2024-10-27 16:43:01     Autó-motor Kamera A műhelyben elütött szerelőnek csodával határos módon nem esett komolyabb baja. A biztonsági kamera rögzítette a második születésnapját. Jön a finn Mikulás: 13 napig járja az országot Sokszínű vidék     2024-10-27 15:34:35     Életmód Adomány Finnország Mikulás Mikulásgyár Joulupukki A Mikulásgyár meghívására érkezik hozzánk Joulupukki. Magyarország egyik legnagyobb karitatív, adománygyűjtő rendezvénye idén ünnepli húszéves fennállását. Sokszoros válogatott futballistába szeretett bele a Red Bull-milliárdos özvegye Sportal     2024-10-27 13:47:06     Foci Red Bull Özvegység A tavalyelőtt elhunyt Dietrich Mateschitz tizenhárom évig élt együtt a nála 39 évvel fiatalabb Marion Feichtnerrel. A most 41 éves asszony - aki, mivel nem voltak házasok, csak idézőjelben özvegy - egyetlen centet sem örökölt a 26 milliárd euróra saccolt Red Bull-vagyonból (Mateschitz mindent egyetlen fiára hagyott), de ettől még nem boldogtalan. S Szilágyi Liliána gitártokkal utazgat, abban vannak a ruhái Telex     2024-10-27 11:54:23     Olimpia Olimpia Úszás Szilágyi Liliána A 27 éves olimpikon úszónő már nem úszik, és mindennap eszébe jut: milyen jó, hogy abbahagyta. Október utolsó hetében sem jön jelentős változás Kiderül     2024-10-27 12:56:46     Időjárás Október utolsó hetében sem változik jelentősen az időjárás. A hét elején még könnyebben, majd egyre nehezebben szakad fel az éjjelente kialakuló köd. A tartósabban ködös területeken maximum szitálás lehetséges. A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon.

A Tisza Párt olyan állatkerti vezető kirúgását kéri Karácsony Gergelytől, aki már nem is dolgozik ott Telex     2024-10-27 10:49:02     Belföld Önkormányzat Karácsony Gergely Tisza Párt Állatkert Wikipédia A furcsa ügyben a Tisza azt is felrója a Fővárosi Önkormányzatnak, hogy nem frissült az állatkert Wikipédia-oldala, és olyasmit hiányol a honlapjáról, ami rajta van. Oroszország támadást indított Kijev ellen Privátbankár     2024-10-27 10:57:08     Külföld Ukrajna Drón Kijev Az ukránok szerint az összes drónt sikerült megsemmisíteni a fővárosnál - más területeken viszont újabb civileket öltek az orosz drónok. Olekszandr Szirszkij: törjék el a gerincét azoknak, akik nem akarnak bevonulni a hadseregbe HírTV     2024-10-27 13:18:02     Külföld Ukrajna Kijev A külföldi parancsnokok húsdarálókba küldik az ukránokat - így reagált az orosz külügyminisztérium szóvivője arra, hogy Kijev lehetővé teszi külföldi állampolgárok tiszti szolgálatát a hadseregében. Szerbia bejelentette, hogy nem kíván csatlakozni a NATO-hoz vg.hu     2024-10-27 12:45:48     Külföld Szerbia Interjú NATO "Biztosítom, hogy Szerbia soha nem lesz a NATO tagja. Független és szabad politikát folytatunk" – mondta a Taszsz-nak adott interjújában. Szűk családi körben temették el Karsai Dánielt 444.hu     2024-10-27 11:53:50     Belföld egyetem Alkotmány Karsai Dániel A megemlékezésen az egyetemfoglalók kórusa búcsúzik majd az életvégi önrendelkezésért küzdő alkotmányjogásztól. A bélrák öt kevéssé ismert tünete, amit érdemes azonnal kivizsgáltatni Magyar Hírlap     2024-10-27 10:57:00     Egészség Súlyos és gyakran halálos egészségügyi kockázatot jelenthet azok számára, akiknél diagnosztizálják. Az utolsó Audi kabrió? Autónavigátor     2024-10-27 11:50:00     Autó-motor Audi Elbúcsúztatjuk a jó időt, és az egyelőre utolsónak számító Audi kabriót. Egy képgalériával készültünk az S5 vászontetős változatáról, ami egy Eladó egy ismert horvát sziget Portfolio     2024-10-27 16:01:00     Gazdaság Horvátország Befektető Horvátország egyik legismertebb természeti látványossága, a szív alakú Galešnjak sziget, valamint két közeli kisebb sziget eladósorba került. A befektetők számára vonzó lehetőséget kínáló ingatlanok között szerepel a Vela Bisaga sziget és a Ričul-sziget egy része is - írta a Croatia Week. Lezárták az ország egyik legnépszerűbb kirándulóhelyét Startlap Utazás     2024-10-27 13:58:07     Utazás Biztonsági okokból hetekre lezárták az egyik legszebb magyar várnak a leglátványosabb pontját, így hiába indulnának útra az őszi szünetben a kirándulók. Kollégája gázolta el az autószerelőt a műhelyben Vezess     2024-10-27 16:43:01     Autó-motor Kamera A műhelyben elütött szerelőnek csodával határos módon nem esett komolyabb baja. A biztonsági kamera rögzítette a második születésnapját. Jön a finn Mikulás: 13 napig járja az országot Sokszínű vidék     2024-10-27 15:34:35     Életmód Adomány Finnország Mikulás Mikulásgyár Joulupukki A Mikulásgyár meghívására érkezik hozzánk Joulupukki. Magyarország egyik legnagyobb karitatív, adománygyűjtő rendezvénye idén ünnepli húszéves fennállását. Sokszoros válogatott futballistába szeretett bele a Red Bull-milliárdos özvegye Sportal     2024-10-27 13:47:06     Foci Red Bull Özvegység A tavalyelőtt elhunyt Dietrich Mateschitz tizenhárom évig élt együtt a nála 39 évvel fiatalabb Marion Feichtnerrel. A most 41 éves asszony - aki, mivel nem voltak házasok, csak idézőjelben özvegy - egyetlen centet sem örökölt a 26 milliárd euróra saccolt Red Bull-vagyonból (Mateschitz mindent egyetlen fiára hagyott), de ettől még nem boldogtalan. S Szilágyi Liliána gitártokkal utazgat, abban vannak a ruhái Telex     2024-10-27 11:54:23     Olimpia Olimpia Úszás Szilágyi Liliána A 27 éves olimpikon úszónő már nem úszik, és mindennap eszébe jut: milyen jó, hogy abbahagyta. Október utolsó hetében sem jön jelentős változás Kiderül     2024-10-27 12:56:46     Időjárás Október utolsó hetében sem változik jelentősen az időjárás. A hét elején még könnyebben, majd egyre nehezebben szakad fel az éjjelente kialakuló köd. A tartósabban ködös területeken maximum szitálás lehetséges. A további adásainkat keresd a podcast.hirstart.hu oldalunkon.

In which Jorge and JT set out the milk and cookes for Krampus, The Whip Father, Joulupukki, The Yule Cat, and all the other creepy christmas characters out there. So gather round the hearth as they talk about christmas horror movies.TOPICSAdult Swim Yule Log (aka The Fireplace)Await Further InstructionsChristmas EvilThe Christmas TapesDay Of The BeastDead EndThe Killing Tree/TreevengeThe Sacrifice GameSintSlay BellesTales From The Crypt:  ...And All Through The HouseNEXT WEEKHorror Or Nah?New! Every week on Spotify we post a Q&A and/or a Poll for an upcoming episode. Stop by, share your opinion, and we'll share the results!LINKShttps://linktr.ee/podferatuSkull logo by Erik Leach @erikleach_art (Instagram)Theme:  Netherworld Shanty, Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License

Joulupukki kertoi Radio Voimalla perjantaina, että ihan aina ei joulupukinkaan mielestä tarvitse olla pelkästään kiltti. - Kiltteysmittari on sellainen, että se sietää vähän molempia. Jos ei aina ole hyvä päivä, niin se kääntyy pikkuisen punaisen suuntaan ja seuraavana päivänä, kun on kiltti, se menee vihreän puolelle. Koskaan ei voi esimerkiksi tietää, millaisen yllätyksen saa sähkölaitokselta, silloin se saattaa käydä tilapäisesti punaisella. Lahden kiltteystilanne näyttää joulupukin mielestä hyvältä. - Tarkastelin juuri asiaa koko Suomen kannalta, niin kyllä Lahti aika vihreä on kiltteydenkin suhteen, kuin myös ympäristön suhteen. Lahden kiltein on joulupukin mielestä ollut Jukka Klinga. - Hänellä oli tuossa juuri eilen vähävaraisille ruokapalvelua. Joulupukin mielestä hän on kyllä tosi kiltti. Lahti on kyllä pullollaan mahtavia ja kilttejä tyyppejä. Pukki yllättää vielä kertomalla, millainen käytös on hänen mielestään parasta. - Villit lapset ovat pukin mieleen. Minulla on hirveästi myös villejä tonttuja, jotka kokeilevat kaikki rajoja, niin siitä oppii elämästä, että ei vaikka kannata pudota kahta kertaa tuosta, kun se sattuu. Tietynlainen villiys on siis joulupukin mielestä hyvä asia. - Ei aina tarvitse olla villi. Hyvä on välillä käpertyä sohvan kulmaan viltin alle ja ruveta lukemaan mukavaa kirjaa. Sekin on ihan arvostettavaa. Kuuntele haastattelu.

Hey everybody! I'm back today with another episode, 3 recommendation (a movie, a TV episode and a book), another Santa and more of The Lost Years of Santa Claus! We're headed north, to the Nordic countries as we talk about Joulupukki - the Yule Goat. There's a ton of history and tradition here, and I will be barely scratching the surface. There's a ton to digest, a bunch to discover and a lot to learn. Part 5 of Santa and his list from The Lost Years of Santa Claus follows at the end of the episode so stay tuned (or skip ahead if you so desire) and enjoy! As always, please like and subscribe to the podcast, and share it to all of your friends! Follow the podcast on social media as well, and reach out to us via email: lostchristmaspodcast@gmail.com www.facebook.com/lostchristmaspodcast www.twitter.com/lostchristmasp1 www.instagram.com/lostchristmaspodcast Special thanks to: The Christmas Song/Heaven/Slow 3/4 Song by Peter Evans, Tom Blancarte, and Brandon Seabrook - CC by 3.0 Santa Claws is Coming by Ergo Phizmiz - CC by 3.0 holiday by Dee Yan-Key - CC by 3.0 --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/lostchristmaspodcast/message

Perunateatterin jouluvieraana on Timo Alarik Pakkanen, Suomen tunnetuin joulupukki, maailmanmatkaaja ja tarinaniskijä, jonka tarinoissa ruoalla ja juomalla on iso rooli. Miten toimivat Joulupukin kourissa syömäpuikot ja mikä on oikea saken lämpötila? Lisäksi Teresa ja Kirre paljastavat omat jouluruokabravuurinsa eli tämän joulun Kuuman Perunan.Perunateatteri jää lyhyelle joulutauolle ja palaa taas 11.1.2023. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Esko antaa Suville ennakkoon joululahjan, josta Suvi ei ole ollenkaan mielissään. Kaverin puolesta kyselen -osiossa pähkäillään ongelman kanssa, johon liittyy tatska ja kaverin kanssa tehty diili. Myös erikoiset joulukombot -ja kalenterit puhuttavat Eskoa ja Suvia. Joulukalenterin luukusta paljastuu lahjalistojen kirjoittaminen ja mysteerihenkilölle soittaminen. Mitä Esko ja Suvi pyytävät joululahjaksi? Kuuntele Iltapäivän parhaat palat tästä!

Today I talk about Joulupukki, Father Christmas and that he comes from Korvatunturi Finland.   This episode and 25 Days of Christmas series are sponsored by the Nordic Lifestyle book that you can get from my Nordic Mum Bookshop or any bog online retailers.

Jouluaattona 2008, Joulupukiksi pukeutunut mies kävelee sisään Ortegan perheen joulujuhliin mukanaan aseita ja liekinheitin. Instagram: @murhastatulipodcast Sähköposti: murhastatulipodcast@gmail.com Kaupallinen yhteistyö Nextory. Koodilla: murhastatuli uudet asiakkaat saavat 40 päivää ilmaista kuunteluaikaa. Tarjous on voimassa vuoden loppuun asti. Lähteet: https://medium.com/california-dreaming/bruce-pardo-the-santa-claus-shooter-a3225f4baac2 https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-2008-dec-27-me-santa-shooting27-story.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPSYkdhR890 Tunnusmusiikki: Silent Night by Nicolas Gasparini (Myuu) Creative Commons — Attribution 3.0 Unported — CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Music promoted by MrSnooze https://youtu.be/ew400-ib_Uw

Lahden Joulunavaus järjestetään Lahden torilla lauantaina 19.11. klo 10.30 alkavalla lavaohjelmalla. LAHTI CITY RY:n toiminnanjohtaja Pipsa Wirtanen availi vähän salaisuuden arkkua ennakkoon. Kuuntele selviääkö haastattelussa, millä menopelillä joulupukki saapuu tänä vuonna Lahteen ja millainen rytmikäs ohjelmanumero pukilla saattaa olla takataskussaan.

Cityn Aamussa heräillään uuteen päivään polttavien puheenaiheiden parissa. Löytyykö sinun lautaseltasi täysjyvää? Verohallinnon sivuilla on tänään vauhdikas päivä. Euroopan isoimmassa kunnassa asuu Joulupukki. Jerellä on uniongelmia, sillä nukahtamaan ei yksinkertaisesti ehdi. Kauppojen hyllyillä on pian uusi hittituote: avaruuslohi! NHL-joukkueen kausari maksaa sievoisen summan. Käteinen tulee, oletko valmis? Pyörävarkaudet ovat suomalaisen rikollisuuden arkipäivää. Kannattaako 6-vuotiaan juosta maraton? Venäjällä ei ole asiaa lätkän MM-kisoihin. Sen sijaan oman turnauksen voi kyllä järjestää! Jere ja Samuel muistelevat omia lapsuuden urheiluturnauksia. Tom Cruise ja Top Gun palaavat valkokankaalle pienen breikin jälkeen.

Saamelainen seisoo värikkäässä puvussaan keskellä tuntureiden lumikenttiä. Alle on kirjoitettu Lapland Finland. Tästä asetelmasta tuli pohjoisen maiseman symboli jo 1600-luvulla. Millaisena saamelaiset ja heidän kulttuurinsa tällä hetkellä esitetään osana Lapin matkailumaisemaa? Reportaasi valaisee saamelaiskulttuurin tuotteistamiseen ja esittämiseen liittyviä ongelmia Lapin matkailussa.

Sono 4 le tappe di questa speciale ultima puntata de I viaggi di Joulupukki: andremo in Repubblica Centrafricana con Federica Farolfi, in Thailandia con Paola Gasparoli, in Palestina con Francesco Buono di Avsi, in Sudafrica con Laura Burocco. Chiudiamo in bellezza il viaggio: ci sediamo a tavola! Margo Schachter ci racconta come ha fatto il panettone a conquistare il mondo partendo da Milano.

a cura di Sara Milanese. Joulupukki è il nome finlandese di Babbo Natale, e noi, nella settimana che precede il Natale, saliamo idealmente sulla sua slitta,..per raccontare come questa festività viene celebrata in giro per il mondo...Dall'Africa all'Asia, dalle isole caraibiche a quelle del Pacifico, passando dalle Americhe e dall'Europa, scopriremo tradizioni, simboli, piatti tipici...Spesso questo viaggio sarà anche occasione per capire come si vive questo Natale 2021, il secondo durante la pandemia globale di covid.

We have a special holiday episode today! Rare Exports is the crazy story of an illicit archaeological excavation which unearths the frozen remains of Santa Claus, who then goes on a murderous rampage in search of naughty children. To be honest, it's not really about archaeology at all, but the Venn diagram of stone age movies and Christmas movies basically only overlaps at this one and a Flintstones Christmas special, and I think we made the right choice. Get in touch with us!Twitter: @SotSA_Podcast Facebook: @SotSAPodcastLetterboxd: https://letterboxd.com/sotsa/ Email: screensofthestoneage@gmail.com In this episode:Joulupukki, the Finnish Santa Claus tradition: https://www.bbc.com/travel/article/20171221-does-santa-claus-come-from-finlandOther scary Christmas traditions: https://www.ctvnews.ca/lifestyle/scary-christmas-a-look-at-the-world-s-most-unusual-creepy-and-odd-holiday-traditions-1.4726583 Philippa Langley helped to discover the remains of King Richard III in a Leicester car park: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2013/dec/08/philippa-langley-richard-third-car-park Hunting mammoth ivory in Siberia: https://www.theguardian.com/world/gallery/2016/sep/01/mining-woolly-mammoths-ivory-siberia-amos-chapple-in-pictures Dinosaur 13 (2014), documentary about the ownership of Sue the Tyrannosaurus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZywsT8Sy-c The Hobby Lobby antiquities smuggling controversy: https://www.npr.org/2018/06/28/623537440/hobby-lobbys-illegal-antiquities-shed-light-on-a-lost-looted-ancient-city-in-iraThe Dinosaur Artist: Obsession, Betrayal, and the Quest for Earth's Ultimate Trophy by Paige Williams: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38743554-the-dinosaur-artist

We have a special holiday episode today! Rare Exports is the crazy story of an illicit archaeological excavation which unearths the frozen remains of Santa Claus, who then goes on a murderous rampage in search of naughty children. To be honest, it's not really about archaeology at all, but the Venn diagram of stone age movies and Christmas movies basically only overlaps at this one and a Flintstones Christmas special, and I think we made the right choice. Get in touch with us! Facebook: @SotSAPodcast Letterboxd: https://letterboxd.com/sotsa/ Email: screensofthestoneage@gmail.com In this episode: Joulupukki, the Finnish Santa Claus tradition: https://www.bbc.com/travel/article/20171221-does-santa-claus-come-from-finland Other scary Christmas traditions: https://www.ctvnews.ca/lifestyle/scary-christmas-a-look-at-the-world-s-most-unusual-creepy-and-odd-holiday-traditions-1.4726583 Philippa Langley helped to discover the remains of King Richard III in a Leicester car park: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2013/dec/08/philippa-langley-richard-third-car-park Hunting mammoth ivory in Siberia: https://www.theguardian.com/world/gallery/2016/sep/01/mining-woolly-mammoths-ivory-siberia-amos-chapple-in-pictures Dinosaur 13 (2014), documentary about the ownership of Sue the Tyrannosaurus: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZywsT8Sy-c The Hobby Lobby antiquities smuggling controversy: https://www.npr.org/2018/06/28/623537440/hobby-lobbys-illegal-antiquities-shed-light-on-a-lost-looted-ancient-city-in-ira The Dinosaur Artist: Obsession, Betrayal, and the Quest for Earth’s Ultimate Trophy by Paige Williams: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38743554-the-dinosaur-artist

Joulupukki literally means "Christmas goat" or "Yule Goat" in Finnish; the word pukki comes from the Teutonic root bock, which is a cognate of the English "buck", and means "billy-goat". An old Scandinavian custom, the figure is now being eventually conflated with Santa Claus. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/meat-sounds/support

Hello and welcome back Wanderers!! Today we are wrapping up our holiday celebration by traveling around the globe yet again to meet many of the different Santa's from around the world! So grab your ticket ,some hot cocoa and climb aboard for another grand adventure!!Thank you so much to every one that has tuned in and supported us so far to our crazy journey! We sincerely appreciate every single one of you!We would love to hear from you!Follow us on Instagram! @foolishwandererspodcasthttps://www.instagram.com/foolishwandererspodcast/Subscribe to our Youtube: Foolish Wanderers Podcasthttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwnmv7ddZw4g4KgCw9viNsgEmail us at: fwplisteners@gmail.com

a cura di Sara Milanese. Joulupukki è il nome finlandese di Babbo Natale, e noi, nella settimana che precede il Natale, saliamo idealmente sulla sua slitta,..per raccontare come questa festività viene celebrata in giro per il mondo...Dall'Africa all'Asia, dalle isole caraibiche a quelle del Pacifico, passando dalle Americhe e dall'Europa, scopriremo tradizioni, simboli, piatti tipici...Spesso questo viaggio sarà anche occasione per capire come si vive questo Natale 2021, il secondo durante la pandemia globale di covid.

Dr Maciej Zborowski przypomina, że św. Mikołaj z Miry żył na przełomie III i IV w. na terenach dzisiejszej Turcji. Słynął on ze swej pobożności i pomocy niesionej innym. Legenda osoby, która pomaga w trudnych chwilach osobom, które mają problemy w życiu rozprzestrzeniła się wraz z rozwojem chrześcijaństwa. W rezultacie, jak mówi, w Rosji mamy Dziadka Mroza, w Niemczech Weihnachtsmann, a w Wielkopolsce Gwiazdora. W Finlandii akurat jeszcze przed wkroczeniem do chrześcijaństwa tak na dobre istniała postać która nazywa się do dzisiaj Joulupukki, po fińsku znaczy to dosłownie bożonarodzeniowy kozioł. Joulupukki początkowo raczej zabierał prezenty dzieciom niż je dawał. Z czasem jednak stał się jowialnym starszym panem. W legendach mówiło się, że jego warsztat, gdzie tworzy podarunki, znajduje się na górze Korvatunturi. Obecnie znajduje się ona granicy fińsko-rosyjskiej. Ta lokalizacja warsztatu tego fińskiego świętego Mikołaja została „zdradzona” przez dziennikarza fińskiego dopiero w latach 20. Jej nazwa tłumaczy się jako „Góra-ucho”. Jej kształt miał ułatwiać Świętemu Mikołajowi usłyszenie komu należy się prezent, a komu nie. Ekspert Wyższej Szkoły Bankowej w Gdyni wskazuje, że Finowie słyną z wytrwałości i oporu. Ich kraj ucierpiał w czasie II wojny światowej. Leżące w pobliżu koła podbiegunowego miasteczko Rovaniemi zostało zrównane przez Niemców. Po wojnie przystąpiono do odbudowy infrastruktury okazało się jednak że Finlandia była krajem dość biednym w czasie i nie miała środków na odbudowę tego miasta z własnych środków. Dlatego też skorzystała z amerykańskiego programu pomocy w Europie w USA. Miasteczko odwiedziła w 1950 r. wdowa po Franklinie Delano Roosevelcie, by zbadać postęp prac. Jednym z życzeń Eleanor Roosevelt było postawienie stopy na kole podbiegunowym. Problem był taki, że dokładne geograficzne przebiegało nieco na północ od miasta przez postępy Mimo że mieli tylko dwa tygodnie do wizyty Finowie zdążyli postawić tam placówkę pocztówką. Pierwszą pocztówkę nadała z niej była pierwsza dama. Dziekan Wydziału Społeczno-Humanistycznego wyjaśnia, że obecnie życie Rovaniemi toczy się wokół Świętego Mikołaja. Od lat 80. miasto Rovaniemi stało się ważnym graczem na rynku najpierw krajowego, a potem światowego przemysłu czasu wolnego. Zaczęto organizować wycieczki do Świętego Mikołaju. Do Świętego Mikołaja można napisać list, na które ten zazwyczaj „odpisuje”. Jest tam także całoroczne pole golfowe, gdzie gra się nie na trawie, ale na ugniecionym śniegu. Finowie bronią swojej lokalizacji Świętego Mikołaja przed Amerykanami twierdzącymi, że mieszka on na Biegunie Północnym. Wskazują, że na samym Biegunie Północnym nie da się mieszka i nie ma tam reniferów, inaczej niż w Finlandii. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/radiownet/message

Koronakriisi kyllästyttää, olisi aika saada jo uusia kriisejä. Esimerkiksi euro voisi mennä kriisiin. Siitä seuraisikin aikamoinen hulina. Joko se rahoituskupla vihdoin puhkeaisi? Työllisten määrä nousi viime vuodesta 1,5 prosenttiyksikköä. Jee! 15–64-vuotiaiden työllisyysaste eli työllisten osuus 15–64-vuotiaista oli marraskuussa 72,2 prosenttia, kun se vuotta aiemmin oli 70,7 prosenttia. Mutta eikö eläköityvien suuri määrä pitäisi tarkoittaa vieläkin suurempia työllistymisiä? Joulupukkihan asuu Korvatunturilla. Eiku. Jenkkien mukaan pukki asuu Pohjoisnavalla. Ruotsalaiset ovat väittäneet hänen asuvan Kirgisiassa. Tanskalaisten mukaan hän budjaa Nuukissa Grönlannissa. Norjalaisten mukaan Drøbakissa Oslonvuonossa. Islantilaisilla 13 joulupukkia, ja he asuvat kaikki Islannissa. Hollantilaisten mukaan joulupukki asuisi Espanjassa ja Turkkikin on mainittu pukin kotipaikaksi. Pakkasukko eli joulupukin neukkuserkku puolestaan asuu Luoteis-Venäjällä Veliki Ustjug. Missä se pukki siis asuu? Minne hän maksaa veronsa?!

a cura di Sara Milanese. Joulupukki è il nome finlandese di Babbo Natale, e noi, nella settimana che precede il Natale, saliamo idealmente sulla sua slitta,..per raccontare come questa festività viene celebrata in giro per il mondo...Dall'Africa all'Asia, dalle isole caraibiche a quelle del Pacifico, passando dalle Americhe e dall'Europa, scopriremo tradizioni, simboli, piatti tipici...Spesso questo viaggio sarà anche occasione per capire come si vive questo Natale 2021, il secondo durante la pandemia globale di covid.

a cura di Sara Milanese. Joulupukki è il nome finlandese di Babbo Natale, e noi, nella settimana che precede il Natale, saliamo idealmente sulla sua slitta,..per raccontare come questa festività viene celebrata in giro per il mondo. Dall'Africa all'Asia, dalle isole caraibiche a quelle del Pacifico, passando dalle Americhe e dall'Europa, scopriremo tradizioni, simboli, piatti tipici. Spesso questo viaggio sarà anche occasione per capire come si vive questo Natale 2021, il secondo durante la pandemia globale di covid.

Viimeistä kertaan hieraistaan knupista. Testirupeama heti käyntiin vaikkei pöly ole vielä laskeutunut. FIA:lle uutta vanhaa vertaa puheenjohtajan pallille. Mercedes protestoi, mutta ei protestoi. Jättääkö Hamilton sarjan? Kausi 2021 taputellaan meidän mielen mukaan sopivasti löysään pakettiin. Parhaat kuljettajat, hienoimmat hetket ja upeimmat kilpailut. Mitä talvikaudella on odotettavissa vai jatkuuko pulkkinen? Joulupukki antaa kontin ja Maldonado vitsin.

Joulu on vallottanu #OkeiOllaRikki studion ja paikalle on kerääntyny Jack Skellington, Joulupukki sekä Lumiukko keskustelemaan siitä miten joulu luo toisille ääretöntä onnea, mutta toiset kokee sen vi*** ahdistavana. Onko joluun pakko panostaa? Onks meillä ns. "iloisuuspakkoa" vai saako jouluna vituttaa? Mitä jos itselle joulu ei merkitse yhtään mitään ja läheiset eivät suostu hyväksymään sitä todeksi? Lähde #OkeiOllaRikki podcastin mukaan ottamaan selvää vastauksesta noihin kyssäreihin. Studiossa vieraana ILJA ERÄVALO. Tää on vuoden 2021 viimeine podcasti, mut ei hätää, koska #OkeiOllaRikki palaa heti Tammikuussa jolloin luvassa on uus podcasti kuun JOKAISENA MAANATAINA! Neljä podcastia droppaa siis viikon välein #OkeiOllaRikki SUPLA, SPOTIFY ja YOUTUBE kanavilla. HEITTÄMÄLLÄ Suomen positiivisin podcast mielenterveydestä! @okeiollarikki @jonttunyman @rainer.the.hitman @demoni666

Miksi joulupukki pitää sinusta enemmän kuin minusta? Näin kyseli peruskoulunopettaja Jane Garfieldin oppilas toiselta joulun jälkeen vajaa vuosikymmen sitten. Suurten tuloerojen Lontoossa myös ero oppilaiden saamien joululahjojen määrässä oli huima. Viime aikoina avuntarve on kasvanut, sillä koronaepidemia on kasvattanut tuloeroja entisestään. Garfield perusti Toy Project -hyväntekeväisyysjärjestön. Sen toiminta on laajentunut jo Afrikkaan ja Intiaan saakka. Ohjelman on Lontoossa toimittanut Pasi Myöhänen. Tuottaja, editoija ja lukija on Jorma Mattila. Tämä on Moniääninen Eurooppa -ohjelmasarjan viimeinen jakso. Sarjaa on kuultu Yle Radio 1:ssä ja Yle Areenassa vuoden 2018 alusta. Sen kaikki jaksot ovat kuultavissa Yle Areenassa.

Joulukuusessasi saattaa roikkua koriste, joka edustaa pakanallista perinnettä. Miltä näytti joulupukin pakanallinen versio? Tietokirjailija Marjut Hjelt kertoo joulun pakanallisesta ulottuvuudesta. Pinja Vuorinen on reserviupseeri ja Vasemmistonuorten puheenjohtaja. Hän määrittelee itsensä kommunistiksi. Millainen on hänen utopiansa?

Dans “Les mots des autres”, notre podcast sur les langues étrangères, nous vous proposons jusqu'au 24 décembre un calendrier de l'Avent sonore. Le “chocolat” du jour nous vient de Finlande, où le père Noël, “Joulupukki”, est associé à un curieux animal… Mon premier a quatre pattes, mon second est un animal à cornes, et mon troisième a une belle barbichette. La solution à notre devinette est à découvrir dans l'épisode du jour ! Tous les épisodes de notre podcast sont à retrouver sur notre site (www.courrierinternational.com) et sur votre application d'écoute préférée (Apple podcast, Spotify, Deezer, Podcast addict, Google podcast, Acast...) Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Krampus is here again and he's brought us a bag full of creepy Christmas legends. On this, LukeLore's third Krampusnacht special, Luke digs into the dark side of the festive season with Iceland's fearsome Mother Grýla, unravels the mystery of Finland's Joulupukki, or Christmas Goat, and then preps you on how to defend your booze cabinet from the Mari Lwyd, Wales' premiere supernatural lush - spoiler alert, it involves sick rhymes. Vote for your choice of UK's Most Haunted City by e-mailing Luke at lukeloregsg(at)gmail(dot)com! LukeLore is: Luke Greensmith - Writer/Host/Researcher Brennan Storr - Production/Editing If you want to contact Luke you can find him on Twitter at http://twitter.com/LukeGreensmith or email him at lukeloregsg@gmail.com See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Wenn Jack Frost, Knecht Ruprecht und der Old Man Winter ihren warmen Joulupukki übergezogen haben, folgen sie als die drei Weisen aus dem Morgenland dem Stern Roberto Giobbi und seiner Prophezeiung. Und da sie noch nicht ganz Senis Šaltis sind, schauen sie in ihre Stiefel und finden von Rudolf Rotnase aka Julio Montorro weihnachtlich, verkettete Zwiebelringe. Ob sie doch lieber Schokolade im Schuh gehabt hätten, wird sich hören lassen. Keith Pascal sorgt mit dem richtigen Twist jedenfalls für eine überraschende und passende Hartgeldunterhaltung. Das hatte selbst Sankt Martin nicht auf seinem Wunschzettel. Es wird also auch zu Nikolaus wieder viel geboten, denn die drei Näärivanas sind eine Sinterklaas für sich. Alle Infos und Links zu dieser Knallerfolge findet ihr, mit einem rot-grünen Schleifchen versehen in den Show Notes. Jul-Mann!

Lets keep the yuletide glow going and unwrap another festive and full of ooey-gooey goodness kinda episode of That Strange Show! We’ve got Santa’s little helpers running around in case you’re wondering what all that slapping around is - yes! they’re naked! Here’s a gingerbread cookie, guy.. now put an axe in that guys head! On our last episode of 2020 we’re talking 2010’s RARE EXPORTS: A CHRISTMAS TALE! Thats NOT Santa! We can be found on all major streaming platforms and at The Dorkening Podcast Network | Find us entertaining? Hit the Subscribe button. Leave a review. | Find us on all social media platforms @thatstrangeshow This and every other episode is brought to you by Deadly Grounds Coffee, Horror Merch and WoochieFX Song - Steel Panther - Sexy Santa

jQuery(document).ready(function(){ cab.clickify(); }); Original Podcast with clickable words https://tinyurl.com/ydygs43n The Red Man. An Fear Dearg. Isn't it strange how habits are established and spread? Nach ait mar a bhunaítear agus mar a scaiptear nósanna? It is now accepted that it was the Irish who brought the festival of November to the United States and that it was made into Halloween with its pumpkins and ghosts and colored skeletons. Tá glacadh leis anois gurb iad Gaeil Éireann a thug féile na Samhna chun na Stát Aontaithe agus gur déanadh Halloween as lena puimcíní agus lena taibhsí agus lena cnámharlaigh dhaite. Similarly it was the Dutch on their flight who brought Sinterklass across the sea to New York and it has expanded throughout the world since then, with the help of Coca Cola and the power of money. Ar an gcuma chéanna b'iad na Dúitsigh ar a dteitheadh dóibh a thug Sinterklass trasna na farraige go dtí Nua Eabhrac agus tá leathnaithe ar fud an tsaoil ó shin, le cabhair ó Choca Cola agus cumhacht an airgid. It was not that there were not many traditions around the world associated with some old crocodiles distributing goodies and gifts at the turn of the year, but he was not a fat man fed in his Cork attire wandering around an air chariot powered by reindeer speaking ho- it was a hose. Ní hé nach raibh traidisiúin éagsúla ar fud críocha fairsinge an domhain a bhain le seanchrúnca éigin a dháil maitheas agus bronntanais tráth chasadh na bliana, ach níorbh aon fhear ramhar beathaithe é ina fheisteas Chorcaí ag gabháil timpeall ar charbad aeir faoi chumhacht réinfhianna ag labhairt hó-hó-hóis a bhí ann. In some countries it was about someone from a horror comic, and deliberately. I dtíortha áirithe ba gheall le duine as greannán uafáis é, agus d'aon ghnó. That terrifying song that warns young children that he is watching them be 'naughty or nice' was a real threat. In Hungary there was a danger that the dumb child would get a wooden spoon, and who knows what harm could be done to the same chattels afterwards. Ba mhó de bhagairt a bhí ann a réalaigh an t-amhrán sceimhliúil sin a thugann foláireamh do pháistí beaga go bhfuil sé ag faire ar iad a bheith ‘naughty or nice.' San Ungáir ba bhaol gurb é spúnóg adhmaid a gheobhadh an leanbh dalba, agus cá bhfios cén t-aimhleas ab fhéidir a bhaint as an airnéis chéanna ina dhiaidh sin. A lump of coal was threatened here, but now kids would hardly know what would be there if they found it. Bhagraítí cnap guail anseo, ach ar éigean go n-aithneodh páistí anois cad a bheadh ansin dá bhfaigheadh siad é. Something polished with a toy in the middle, probably. Rud éigin snasmhar a bhfuil bréagán istigh ina lár, is dócha. But that has changed beyond recognition now. Ach tá sin athraithe thar aitheantas anois. Joulupukki of Finland was a big ugly old man, and although he still bears that name he has become very kind in recent years, especially because he is worth a lot of money to the country's economy. Bodach mór gránna ba ea Joulupukki na Fionlainne, agus cé go bhfuil an t-ainm sin fós air tá sé éirithe an-chineálta le blianta beaga anuas, go háirithe toisc gur fiú airgead mór é d'eacnamaíocht na tíre. Greenland tried to claim Shanta for themselves, but for some reason I don't imagine thousands of planes overflowing with magical girls and boys landing in Nuuk or Kranni, let alone Uummannaqq itself. Dhein an Ghraonlainn iarracht ar Shanta a éileamh dóibh féin, ach ar chúis éigin ní shamhlaím na mílte eitleán ag cur thar maoil le cailíní agus le buachaillí draíochtshúileacha ag tuirlingt in Nuuk nó Kranni, gan trácht ar Uummannaqq féin. And for a whole other reason, the imagination fails to think of the local ox flying through the sky on Christmas night. Agus ar chúis eile ar fad, teipeann ar an tsamhlaíocht smaoineamh ar an damh áitiúil ag eitilt tríd an spéir oíche Nollag. The innovativeness of some of these traditions is remarkable.

Ir pienācis Ziemassvētku laiks. Pēc divām dienām jau Ziemassvētku vakars un tādēļ šodien jāparunā par Joulupukki jeb Santa Klausu, jeb Ziemassvētku vecīti, ko Somijā sauc par Joulupukki. Somija ir oficiālās Ziemassvētku vecīša mājas. Nedzīvo viņš gan Ziemeļpolā, bet Lapzemē, tās galvaspilsētā - Rovaniemi, kas gan atrodas tieši uz robežas, kur sākas Polārais jeb arktiskais loks. Parasti šis Ziemassvētku vecīšu ciems ir viens no populārākajiem Somijas tūristu galamērķiem, kas katru gadu uzņem vairāk nekā pusmiljonu apmeklētāju. Tur var doties arī ziemeļbriežus glaudīt turp, ja vien netīšām kādu nenotriec ar auto, kad tie slāj pa šoseju.  Un katru gadu Ziemassvētkos pasta nodaļa saņem vairāk nekā 700 000 bērnu vēstules gandrīz visām pasaules valstīm. Vēsturiski Somija bija Zviedrijas province un pēc tam tās pakļautībā esoša lielhercogiste, tās bija no 12. līdz 19. gadsimtam. Bet no 1809. gada Somija bija autonoma Krievijas lielhercogiste. Pilnīgu neatkarību tā pasludināja 1917. gada 6. decembrī. Tad piedzīvoja pilsoņu karu, kurā sociālistu revolucionāri piecus mēnešus cīnījās pret "baltajiem", kas bija visi, kuri negribēja Somijas Sociālistiskās strādnieku republikas izveidi. 1919. gadā pieņēma demokrātisko konstitūciju un oficiāli Somija nekad arī nezaudēja savu demokrātisko sistēmu. Starp citu Somijas parlamenta vēsturiskās ēkas masīvās kolonnas ir uzbūvētas, lai simbolizētu to, ka Somija neatteicās no demokrātijas, lai arī virkne citu valstu starpkaru periodā, ieskaitot trīs uz dienvidiem esošās Baltijas valstis, atteicās no demokrātijas, Somija to neizdarīja. Zviedru ietekme, acīmredzot tomēr ir nozīmīga bijusi arī šajā jautājumā. Arī Otrā pasaules kara laikā Somijas vēsture bija sarežģīta. Vispirms tā veiksmīgi aizstāvēja savu neatkarību vispirms jau Ziemas kara ietvaros. Šī kara rezultātā Somija zaudēja Karēliju, bet saglabāja neatkarību. Karēliju valsts centās atgūt sadarbojoties ar Nacistisko Vāciju un karojot pret PSRS tā saucamā Kontinuitātes kara laikā. Bet nacistiskā Vācija tika sakauta, līdz ar to arī Somijas izredzes atgūt Karēliju un valstij bija tagad jau pēc PSRS spiediena  jākaro pret Nacistisko Vāciju tā saucamajā Lapzemes karā.  Tikai 1947. gadā Somija atguva faktisku neatkarību no PSRS, noslēdzot sadarbības līgumu, kas visu Aukstā kara laiku lika neitrālajai Somijai būt politiski, militāri un arī ekonomiski saistītai ar Padomju Savienību. Šis bija tā saucamais finlandizācijas posms, kad valsts bija juridiski un pēc institūcijām demokrātiska, bet vienlaicīgi neko neteica sliktu par PSRS un pat pārāk paļāvās uz prezidenta Urho Kekonena spēju “sarunāties ar padomju vadītājiem”. Vienlaicīgi jau kopš 1960. gadiem Somija cieši sasaistīja savu tirgu un politiskās attiecības ne tikai ar Ziemeļvalstīm, bet arī Eiropas Ekonomisko Kopienu, mūsdienu Eiropas Savienību, kurā iestājās 1995. gadā. Mūsdienu Somijā dzīvo apmēram 5,6 miljoni iedzīvotāju un valsts ir ļoti industrializēta un mūsdienās jau brīva tirgus ekonomika. Somijā vēsturiski ir konkurētspējīga ražošanā, it īpaši koksnes, metālu, mašīnbūves, telekomunikāciju un elektronikas nozarēs. Somija izceļas arī ar tehnoloģiju eksportu, kā arī jaunuzņēmumu veicināšanu informācijas un komunikāciju tehnoloģiju, spēļu, tīro tehnoloģiju un biotehnoloģijas nozarēs. Ko somi domā par Latviju un Baltiju šobrīd, vaicājam Somijas Ārpolitikas institūta vecākajam pētniekam doktoram Matti Pesu. Un vēl mazliet par lakricu, kas Somijā ir populārs gardums, kuru izgatavo no lakricas auga saknēm, cukura, cietes un miltiem, želatīna vai arābu gumijas jeb akāciju gumijas. Var pievienot arī citas sastāvdaļas, piemēram, anīsu. Svarīgākās pievienojamās sastāvdaļas ziemeļvalstīs – amonija hlorīds nevis nātrija hlorīds (sāls), lai iegūtu slaveno vai bēdīgi slavenās sāļās lakricas konfektes garšu.

Tässä jaksossa otamme yhteyden itse juhlapyhien päähenkilöön, eli joulupukkiin. Hän kertoo meille miten tiukoista ajoista on selvitty Korvatunturilla. Hyvää joulua, onnellista uutta vuotta ja ennen kaikkea Kauniita Unia! :)

Kuka tänään huusi itselleen liput ensi kesän Iskelmä Festareille? Thank God It´s Tiistain Sukupuolten taistelussa Annika haki jo kuudetta voittoaan ja sai toivomansa vastuksen - Joulupukin suoraan korvatunturilta! Ufojakin lenteli ilmassa tänään.

In Lappland hilft Chilli dem Joulupukki, der alle Weihnachtsgeschenke verloren hat und rettet Weihnachten. Und das ist volle Tatze wahr! (Erzählt von Christiane Roßbach)

- https://www.patreon.com/herejeselpodcastSolsticio de invierno, Caballos de ocho patas, blackface, duendes y troncos que cagan. La navidad es mucho más que el nacimiento de uno o más dioses, es una reunión de la liga de la justicia de seres mitológicos, y los herejes se abocan en este episodio, a la tarea de contarlo todo. Desde el origen de la celebración a fin de diciembre, a los regalos y la biografía completa de Santa Claus, el niño que caminó al nacer. La navidad bajo la lupa, con la firma de Herejes el Podcast.- Ale Durán- https://twitter.com/FunkBob -- https://www.instagram.com/ale_duran_erana/- Ale Vázquez- https://instagram.com/vasco.hereje/ -- Bobby López- https://twitter.com/BobbyEsqvlz -- https://www.instagram.com/bobbyesqvlz/ - Fuentes: Cuál es el origen del árbol de Navidad y su significado - El Nacional- https://www.elnacional.com/life-style/variedades/cual-es-el-origen-del-arbol-de-navidad-y-su-significado/ -¿De dónde viene el árbol de Navidad? - National Geographic- https://historia.nationalgeographic.com.es/a/de-donde-viene-arbol-navidad_9997 -Saturnalia, tiempo de bromas y jocosidad para los «inocentes» romanos - ABC Sociedad- https://www.abc.es/sociedad/abci-saturnalia-tiempo-bromas-y-jocosidad-para-inocentes-romanos-201912280129_noticia.html -El Yule o la «Navidad» vikinga - Alejandro García Cabrera- https://archivoshistoria.com/el-yule-o-la-navidad-vikinga/ -El solsticio de invierno antes de Papá Noel: banquetes y cabras sacrificadas - El Español- https://www.elespanol.com/ciencia/investigacion/20181218/solsticio-invierno-papa-noel-banquetes-cabras-sacrificadas/360214973_0.html -Beyond Santa Claus: The Other Gift Givers - Jason Mankey- https://www.patheos.com/blogs/panmankey/2013/12/beyond-santa-claus-the-other-gift-givers/ -Olentzero - Wikipedia- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olentzero -Befana - Wikipedia- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Befana -Knickerbocker's History of New York - Washington Irving- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11754373-knickerbocker-s-history-of-new-york -Biografía de San Nicolás - Aciprensa- https://www.aciprensa.com/recursos/biografia-3761 -A Visit from St. Nicholas - Clement Clarke Moore- https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43171/a-visit-from-st-nicholas - Papá Noel - Wikipedia- https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pap%C3%A1_Noel -

Lahden joulukauden avaus ja joulun odotus siirtyvät tänä vuonna koronapandemian vuoksi verkkoon. Lahti Cityn toiminnanjohtaja Pipsa Wirtanen kertoo Radio Voiman iltapäivässä, kuinka Joulupukki avaa Lahden joulukauden virtuaalisesti livestream-lähetyksellä Lahti Cityn Facebook-sivuilla. Pukki linjoilla, kuuleeko Lahti? -lähetys nähdään verkossa lauantaina 21.11.2020 kello 9 alkaen. Pipsa Wirtanen kertoo myös mitä muuta ohjelmaa on tiedossa Lahdessa joulun odotukseen liittyen, kun virtuaalinen joulukauden avaus aloittaa Lahdessa kuukauden mittaisen joulutapahtumien ketjun.

Uncle Christmas Part 1   Story by Bertie. Read by Richard. Proofread and audio edited by Jana Elizabeth.   By Storynory with wickeduncle.com, the home of brilliant presents. Hello, this is Richard, and this is the first in a special Holiday Series about a character called Uncle Christmas. Now before we start, Bertie's asked me to tell our international listeners, that here in the UK, our name for the man in the red coat who climbs down chimneys is Father Christmas. You might know him as Santa Clause but he's one and the same person. And now we're going to introduce you to one of his family members.   Have you ever thought what it would be like to have a brother or a sister who is very, very, very famous? What if you looked a bit like him or her, and sometimes people stopped you on the street and asked you for an autograph? You would have to shrug your shoulders and say, “Nah, sorry, that's not me.”   You would probably feel proud of your near relative for doing so well in life. You might also feel a tiny bit jealous. Both feelings would be totally normal.   Now take Father Christmas, otherwise known around the world as Santa Claus, Papa Noel, SinterKlaus, Saint Nick, and Joulupukki.   There is no doubt that Father Christmas is extremely famous. But have you heard of his younger brother who goes by the name of Uncle Christmas?   No? Not Yet? Well you soon will.   Uncle Christmas is only 75 years younger than his better-known brother, but he is a very different character. While Father Christmas is a little bit old fashioned, Uncle Christmas moves with the times. For instance, once upon a time, when a singer called Elvis was the King of Rock and Roll, Uncle Christmas travelled all the way to Elvis's home town in Memphis Tennessee in the USA to learn how to play the guitar, Rockabilly style.   Nowadays Uncle Christmas has the latest smartphone, of course, but it's no use for calling his older brother, because Father Christmas refuses to get a phone.   Father Christmas always says: “If you want to get in touch, write me a letter and stuff it up the chimney,” conveniently forgetting that chimneys are rather out of fashion.   The years rolled by. In 1972, Uncle Christmas once again showed that he could keep up with the times. He sold his magic sleigh to a Viking troll called Bragi, and he replaced it with a motor trike. It's like a huge, noisy, motorbike, only with three wheels. He's modified his trike down the years, and now it can fly, but he does most of his air travel at night so that people don't notice him breaking the laws of gravity.   He also keeps practicing the guitar.   He never made it to the big-time as a rock star, but his band, the Motor Elves, has a cult following.   Every year, he performs at the Venice Beach Surf's Up Festival of Rock. It's held in Los Angeles by the Pacific Ocean. If you were there, you might think you were back in the 70s. Long hair and even longer guitar solos are the style of the place. Venice beach is also home to all sorts of people dressed in all sorts of weird and wonderful costumes. So much so, that even a whiskery old gent wearing a red fur trimmed cloak dress does not seem out of place walking down the beach in the blazing sun.   Now while Uncle Christmas was playing his music up on the stage, his older brother, Father Christmas, had unexpectedly turned up in the audience.   Uncle Christmas was still buzzing with excitement when he finished playing, but the first thing he said when he saw Bennie the Elf was, “Go and tell Father Christmas to come and see me backstage.”   When the brothers met up, they hugged, which was getting harder and harder as they were both getting fatter and fatter. Uncle Christmas said, “Hey, old timer, aren't you hot in that red snow suit of yours?”   “Not a bit,” he replied. “Don't you recall that the underground elves of  Dökkálfar made it for me back in the Viking Days? Thor's got the only other one like it. It's warm in winter and cool in summer, and it never gets dirty even down the dirtiest chimney.”   “You're not still banging on about those filthy old chimneys are you? What kid has a chimney these days?”   “Well it's true that increasingly I have to break in by the window. It sure ain't like the old days anymore. Ha, ha… oh well, the toy delivery business is changing, whether I like it or not.”   Uncle Christmas slapped his brother on the back and joked, “You must be the only burglar who brings gear into the house instead of stealing off with it.”   “Ho, ho, you may well be right about that.”   Uncle Christmas has a fantastic apartment that overlooks the Pacific Ocean. They walked back to it, occasionally looking enviously at the toned, keep fit fanatics, not just at the famous bodybuilders of Venice Beach, but the runners, surfers and cyclists. To be honest, neither of them had gone in for that sort of thing, even in their youth. Feasting and drinking Viking Honeyed Mead was more their style. When they got back, the kitchen elves prepared a fabulous dinner and served it on the balcony. It began with rolled herring imported from Scandinavia and was followed by beetroot soup, reindeer stake (don't tell Rudolf), baked salmon, wild partridge, brussel sprouts, and of course Christmas Pudding, even though the month was October. They both love Christmas Pudding any time of the year, though I will tell you a secret - neither of them care much for turkey which is a New World sort of thing.   This trip to California was the first holiday that Father Christmas had taken in over 100 years - unlike Uncle Christmas who lived his whole life like he was on holiday. The older brother admitted that he was feeling tired and run down and was struggling to keep up.   “Every year, Christmas gets bigger and bigger,” he said, “and it starts earlier and earlier, which is great for business, but I'm not getting any younger and it's hard, I admit, it is very hard.”   “Well listen,” said Uncle Christmas. “How about this year we do a swap? You spend Christmas here by the beach - it's simply gorgeous as you can see - and I'll take care of the pressies.”   Father Christmas shook his snowy head. “That's very kind of you, and thank you for your offer, but the children's gifts are a big responsibility. Above all, they are my responsibility. The buck stops with me, my name is on the gift label, and if anything were to go wrong, it is my reputation on the line. So it's tempting of course just to lie on the beach all December, but it's just not possible.”   Uncle Christmas was expecting a reply like this. He knew how uptight his brother was about getting the toys to the kids on time. He smiled and said, “Chill out bro, it will all be fine, I'll take care of it.”   Father Christmas shook his head. Uncle Christmas started to feel annoyed.   “You don't trust me, do you? You don't think I'm good enough. But I'm family. I'm your closest relative. If you can trust anyone, you can trust me.”   “Sorry,” said Father Christmas. “You don't understand the business and you've never been responsible for anything, let alone a job as big as this.”   “Listen, just because you're 75 years older than me, doesn't mean you shouldn't show me a tad of respect.”   “I do respect you, as a guitar picker, but not as the chief of a worldwide toy delivery company.”   “Typical!” said Uncle Christmas raising his voice. “You always did think that you were the only one with any brains. But the truth is you are too slow to keep up with the times. Look at you! Still dressed as some kind of scarlet Viking, and you can't even use a mobile phone. How can you say you are the one who understands how to run a modern business? How are the kids supposed to relate to an old uptight fuddy-duddy like you? It's time to roll over and let a younger person take over. Younger in body and most importantly, younger in spirit, and younger in mInd.”   Father Christmas was boiling inside with fury but he managed to keep his temper - just. He said slowly, and between gritted teeth, “Well it's been great to catch up. I enjoyed the rock and roll show, though I didn't see anyone there under half a century old, and thank you for dinner. Please ask your house elf to call my sleigh and I will be off to my hotel in Beverly Hills.”   “Sleigh!” exclaimed Uncle Christmas. “You're driving around LA in a sleigh and you think nobody is going to notice you?”   “I will put it into its invisible state,” replied his elder brother, and with that he stood up and went to the living room where he spent an awkward five minutes waiting for Rudolf and his transport. His parting words were, “If you are ever in Scandinavia, drop by and see me. Don't forget to dress warm, we have more snow than sand there.”   After his brother had left, Uncle Christmas stood on his balcony, relaxing in the palm scented Californian air and thought, “Too right brother, I might be paying you a visit sooner than you think.”   And that was the first part of our new Uncle Christmas series. We will be giving you regular updates on Uncle Christmas this winter. The story was written by Bertie, and read by me, Richard, for Storynory.com. The inspiration for Uncle Christmas comes from our friends at Wicked Uncle, the world's greatest online toyshop, and the home of brilliant presents.  Wicked uncle helps you choose gifts and toys by age and for boys and girls - so if you're stumped for what to choose for the kids in your life, now you know where to go. They've been here in the UK for a while and have just opened a store for the US.   Now Bertie has asked me to say that although this might sound like a sponsorship message, in fact it's something slightly different. We are long standing friends with Wicked Uncle and we swap ideas for stories and getting the word out about our sites.     And don't forget, if you would like to become a supporter of Storynory, please check out our new patreon page. You can find the link on Storynory.com. Storynory Christmas Writing Competition 2017   Hello, this is Richard, and I'm dropping by with a quick message about our Christmas Writing Competition. Would you like to hear your story read out here on Storynory? Well send us a story about the best or the worst present ever and we will see what we can do. We will pick what we think are the best three stories from the entries, and I will read them out. Our friends at Wicked Uncle - the world's best online gift shop, will choose their favourite and award a $50 gift voucher. The deadline for the competition is December 15th 2017. And we will publish the three winners over Christmas week. Send your stories to comp@storynory.com that is c-o-m-p at storynory.com. For details, see storynory's website.   So get writing!