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Show Notes: Rebecca Hollander-Blumoff shares her journey from college to law school. After deferring her law school for a year, she spent a year in Spain to gain language and cultural experience. She then went to law school in Cambridge and clerked for a federal judge in New York before going into practice. Rebecca was initially interested in becoming a federal prosecutor but realized she first had to go into practice.  She worked for a small boutique litigation firm that did about 60% white collar criminal defense and about 40% civil litigation. While she loved being a counselor to her clients, and a person who a client could call, day in, day out, she found the law firm's hierarchy unappealing. The Psychology of Negotiation, a PhD., and Teaching Rebecca decided to pursue a PhD in Social Psychology to study the psychology of negotiation. She talks about negotiation in law, and she began taking classes in NYU's master's program and eventually obtained a PhD in Social Psychology with a dissertation on procedural justice in negotiation. She taught in the lawyering program at NYU and was an adjunct at Seton Hall in New Jersey teaching negotiation. After obtaining her PhD, she went on the job market for academia; she got a position at Washington University in Saint Louis. Rebecca has been teaching at Washington University in Saint Louis since 2006. She teaches various core classes, including civil procedure, federal courts, law and psychology, negotiation, negotiation for executive education, and has also developed a course in women's leadership and negotiation. She has worked for groups like the Brookings Institution and the Rodel Institute. Women's Negotiation and Navigating Stereotypes Rebecca's approach to teaching women's negotiation is not about focusing on gender differences but rather on understanding the research that informs her approach. She believes that women need to be armed with knowledge about the effects of gender, culture, and race on negotiation. This knowledge can help them navigate through stereotypes and roadblocks that may arise in negotiations. In her classes, she also discusses the research that is relevant to everyone, not just women, and mentions the issue of different perceptions of men and women in and on negotiations, and how behavior of men and women is perceived differently. The discussion also touches on the misconception that some people are born good negotiators and others are bad at it. This is a misconception that can hinder effective negotiation. The best way to think about negotiation is as an experience that can be prepared for and analyzed from both structural and interpersonal perspectives. This involves considering possibilities, actions to take if negotiations don't work out, and the interpersonal elements present. Negotiation and Problem-solving Rebecca mentions that negotiation is often seen as adversarial, but it is actually more about strategically problem-solving to increase the size of the pie and generate low-cost but high-value outcomes for both parties. Examples of negotiations that are not adversarial include family law, business contracts, and reputational effects. Negotiations can have broader implications, as people may still be in each other's lives after the negotiation. The key piece that students often overlook is the relational aspect of negotiations. In negotiations, parties are not in front of a judge, and the outcome must be decent for both parties. For example, in a negotiation for a new salary or project, one person has all the power, but the decision by fiat can lead to less positive results over time, less employee retention, and less positive feelings about the project. In real-world situations, negotiations can have other elements and dimensions available. Lawyers should question their assumptions and think about the best end goal for their clients. They should also consider the potential negative consequences of their actions and the impact on their reputation and business relationships. Negotiations in Practice The conversation turns to the dynamic between attorneys and clients in family law negotiations. Research has shown that when lawyers experience fairness in negotiation, they are more likely to recommend the agreed-upon outcome to their clients, believing it forms the basis for a better long-term agreement. However, the client is not in the room, and the lawyer may manipulate the client's desire for fair process and present things differently to the client based on what they think might happen. This can lead to a gap between what the lawyer is experiencing and what the client is experiencing. Research by a professor at UC Davis has found that one of the most desirable forms of dispute resolution for regular people is negotiation by their lawyer while the client is present in the room. This could reduce the dissonance between the lawyer and the client, potentially leading to better negotiation outcomes. A Year in Madrid Rebecca recounts her experience in Madrid after college, where she lived with a family for most of the year, a difficult but interesting experience. She studied at the Complutense University, where she participated in a Hispanic studies program, which taught history, language, grammar, and art in Spanish. The program was an international one, and the students from around the world were taught in Spanish. Despite the initial loneliness and lack of familiarity, Rebecca found it fascinating and eventually moved into an apartment with friends. She found that Madrid was a large city, but not warm and fuzzy, and it was a great place to live. A Passionate and Adventurous Baker Rebecca is a passionate baker She enjoys sharing her creative side with her students, who are always happy when she bakes for them. In her home life, she has three boys and two nephews who live nearby, making the house full of baked good eaters. Baking provides a time to disconnect from the stress of professional life and connect with the world through the act of baking. One of her favorite projects was when she baked 12 cakes of Christmas based on the 12 days of Christmas.  She also used cooking as a project to open her children's horizons to different cultures and ideas, especially when her kids were younger. They would research a country and make a whole meal of that country's cuisine, usually with a baked dessert. One of her favorite baked goods is a Kringle, made from an Estonian recipe. Her oldest child also fell in love with the Mongolian beef patty, a dish made from a dough of flour and water wrapped around ground beef. Influential Harvard Professors and Courses Rebecca took Justice as a freshman and ironically found it to be one of her least favorite classes. However, she enjoyed her classes in the history and literature concentration.  She also took a phenomenal French literature class and enjoyed a class on modern poetry, which she likens to the study of law, as every word and construction has a reason or purpose. Timestamps: 06:11: Transition to Academia and Negotiation Research  10:12: Teaching Women's Negotiation and Gender Dynamics  18:08: Negotiation Skills for Law Students  26:12: Relational Aspects of Negotiation  31:08: Consulting and Baking Passion  41:23: Personal Reflections and Cultural Experiences  44:22: Influence of Harvard Classes and Professors  Links: Author Page for Rebecca E. Hollander-Blumoff :: SSRN Instagram: @rebeccahollanderblumoff X: https://x.com/rhollblum Blue Sky: @rhollblum.bsky.social.  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rebecca-hollander-blumoff-475636270/ Work: https://law.washu.edu/faculty-staff-directory/profile/rebecca-hollander-blumoff/ Book: https://www.amazon.ca/Research-Handbook-Psychology-Rebecca-Hollander-blumoff/dp/1800881916 Featured Non-profit: The featured non-profit of this episode of The 92 Report is recommended by Elaine Lum MacDonald who reports: “Hi, I'm Elaine Lum McDonald, class of 1992. The featured nonprofit of this episode of The 92 report is SV2. Silicon Valley Social Venture Fund. SV2  is a community committed to accelerating equity in the Bay Area through grant making to local nonprofits, impact investing in local and global entrepreneurs and immersive learning experiences. I am proud to have been a member of this organization since 2021 and I'm currently serving on the board. I love SV2 because it is truly innovative in two ways. First, it's equity based practices, including putting grantees and investees on the board and its trust based philanthropy practices. And secondly, because of its focus on creating impact across the capital spectrum, from donations to investments. You can learn more about their work at SV2.org and now here is Will Bachmann with this week's episode.” To learn more about their work, visit: SV2.org.  

In this episode, Hailey spills a sweet secret…If you have a sweet tooth, O&H Danish Bakery in Racine, Wisconsin, is a must-visit! Known for its iconic kringles—Wisconsin's official state pastry—this family-run bakery has been delighting customers with flaky layers and unique flavors since 1949. Listen on and dig into this tasty tale of tradition!Read the blog here: https://discoverwisconsin.com/wisconsins-kringle-tradition-oh-danish-bakery/Seasonal Kringle Flavors: https://www.ohdanishbakery.com/seasonal-kringle-flavors; Everyday Kringle Favorites: https://www.ohdanishbakery.com/everyday-kringle-favorites; All Flavors: https://www.ohdanishbakery.com/all-our-kringle-flavors; Locations: https://www.ohdanishbakery.com/locations; Racine's Legendary Kringle: O&H Danish Bakery; The Bobber: https://discoverwisconsin.com/the-bobber-blog/The Cabin Podcast: https://the-cabin.simplecast.com. Follow on social @thecabinpodShop Discover Wisconsin: shop.discoverwisconsin.com. Follow on social @shopdiscoverwisconsinDiscover Wisconsin: https://discoverwisconsin.com/. Follow on social @discoverwisconsinDiscover Mediaworks: https://discovermediaworks.com/. Follow on social @discovermediaworksO&H Danish Bakery: https://www.ohdanishbakery.com/. Follow on social @ohdanishbakery

Jill and Tom open the show discussing Tom's troubling Diet Pepsi habit, rolling into a discussion of EV startup companies that may or not be on the edge of collapse. Sadly, EV commercial-vehicle startup Canoo--which had been processing a large van order for Walmart--has slipped into receivership. Is Rivian next? Listen in. Next Tom gripes about his Bluetooth issues, which seem to border on the paranormal. Still in the first segment, Jill reviews the 2025 Kia K4, the brand's replacement for the popular Forte small sedan. In the second segment, Jill and Tom welcome Damon Bell of Cars.com. After singing the praises of kringle--a Midwest Danish-like pastry--Damon shared the details of Car's 2024 Full-Size Pickup Challenge, which included three luxury-trimmed pickups. Listen in for details--and a winner. In the last segment, Jill is subjected to Tom's "EV Lies!" quiz, after which the duo remembered pioneering auto writer Denise McCluggage. 

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The conclusion of the Yulemastown Bazaar is here. Tanika, Bentley, Nautilus, and Kitty have arrived at the Bazaar and are ready to find little Billy and save Kringle from whomever kidnapped him. Cast: Kris Barsanti - Dungeon Master Jonathan Washington - Tanika PeKeller Tisha Zang - Bentley Chase Banks  Katie Dern - Nautilus Bean Brandle Conley - Kitty Skitty-Cock Mark Barsanti - Hogom/Kringle Music by Joe Barsanti Art by Lindsay Brown High Council Amanda Rodda Justin Randall Support Us Support Us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/rollgayroleplay Visit Our Website: https://www.rollgayroleplay.com  Follow us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rollgayroleplay/ Watch our gaming videos: https://www.rollgayroleplay.com/videos/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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The dudes are summoned to save Krampus....again! Join them in an epic journey of candy canes, gingerbread men, and a final battle with Santa. This week's brews are 3 Sheeps Nice List, Stubborn Brothers Jolly Beer, and North Park Beer Co's Danking Holiday. 

Rudolph's nose isn't the only thing getting splashed with red this year! This top 10 christmas horror movies list includes everything from the classics you love all the way to new releases, ranked by yours truly Ripper,Lanna, and Todd. Go ahead and make your list, check it twice, but chances are you're not surviving this holiday night!

This week, Selena chats with Melanie who is known as MrKongsMom on YouTube, where she talks about beauty products and candles to over 53K subscribers!  Melanie is a sweetheart who KNOWS HER STUFF in the world of candles. Selena learns about candle crocks and warmers, Melanie gets specific with her favorite scents by season, and they discuss her collab with Kringle. An iconic episode! Please subscribe, rate, review, candleheads! (music: bensound) 

#happyholidays #chatters! #crimechatwithnatandkat bring you this week's Episode 115: The Killer Kringle! Kat dishes out her best singing voice to dive into the 12 Days of Christmas and parodies. Then, Nat peels back the dark layers of two best friends who go missing within months of each other, and wind up falling victim to the same murderer. Find out more on this story Saturday, December 21, 2025, anywhere you get your favorite #truecrimepodcasts #GooglePodcasts #AmazonPodcasts #ApplePodcasts #YouTubePodcasts #SpotifyPodcasts #Patreon #rss

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Once upon a time.... The Morning News with Dave Lee along with special guest Doc Severinsen, introduced 'CCO Land to a man named "Klem Kringle", Kris' cranky brother. Have some laughs with this bit from our past! And Merry Christmas!

Virginia finally completes her mission.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I pulled the blanket off his lap. His cock was poking out of the hole in his pants. I was on my knees on the bench next to him, so I scrunched down to take a nice good look at it in the moonlight. I pushed his semi-tented pants down, to expose all fifteen inches of him.“You have a beautiful penis, Kris.” I traced my fingers over the veins and other details that I'd studied on ‘Santa's Little Helper' all year. It grew slightly, stiffening at my touch. “Your cock saw me through several near-relapses on my road to recovery. Whenever I felt the need to go Santa hunting, I'd put you inside me and make it through another day.”And now I was touching the real thing. Unlike the dildo, which was enchanted with elf magic to make it smaller, I sadly knew that Kris' cock would never fit inside any of my holes. I'd fucked enough men to know that for sure. But I wrapped my hands around it and began to stroke it up and down, gently, lovingly, making Kris moan. I kissed his cock lovingly all over, and licked it to provide some lubrication for my hands. Kris moaned, leaned back, and put his arms out so they were resting on the back of the bench. He trusted me. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his broken fly, and opened it up so I could fondle his hot chestnuts. They were huge… bigger than a pair of baseballs, but very soft and covered with downy pubic hair. They moved in my hand, vibrating, rolling… throbbing with ancient power. He groaned and leaned back even further. I got off the bench and stood in front of him and began stroking the incredible length of his cock, as I kissed and sucked and tongued the sensitive underside of its massive head, drooling all over to keep him well lubricated. It was amazing! I felt a ring ting tingling in my panties that got hotter and hotter. Soon I was whimpering and moaning, and cumming from the sheer excitement of holding Kris Kringle's supernaturally beautiful cock in my hands.“Oh… Virginia. You better watch out… I'm cumming.”“Cum for me Kris,” I moaned, stroking him harder, and I felt a surge of cum streaking up the shaft. I put my lips over the tip as wide as I could and felt his hot, creamy cum splash into the back of my throat. Yes. Snowbell was right. Santa's cum tasted just like eggnog. I swallowed, two, three, four big mouthfuls. A lot of it leaked out the side, but I got on my knees and licked every drop off, starting with his balls and going upward until he was clean again. It was absolutely delicious! I'd swallowed a truckload of cum in my time, but nothing that tasted as wonderful as this. When I finished, I looked up at him and played with the hole on top with my tongue. His azure eyes were fixed on my tongue. More cum oozed out the tip and I sucked it up with my kisses. During this whole cock cleaning process, his cock didn't soften at all. He was still hard as a tree trunk.But then I saw him look forward, and his face tensed up. I turned to see the bright lights of Santa's factory in the distance ahead. It was the most amazing non-cock related sight I'd ever seen. I saw a sprawling, snowy village of miniature houses. Off in the distance there was a huge factory with large stained glass windows. Everything was strung with multicolored lights and decorated with oversized ornaments… all was merry and bright! Kris draped the blanket over his erection again. His face was nervous. The time must have been around 7 P.M. by this time. And time was running out.I patted his hand and said, “We'll figure it out. But before we get there. Tell me what's happened since last Christmas.”“Well, after mailing off the all the missed deliveries, Mary went on a vacation. Usually we do that together, but this year I could tell she didn't want me with her. She took her thirty elves, including Snowbell and left me alone in the biggest sex club on earth. There were no toys to make, no letters to read, no lists to compile. It was the most wonderful time of the year… a fucking free for all. I just fucked and fucked and fucked, indulging my desires. I had favorites: Blizzard and Cookiedough and Icicle, the kitchen elf. Oh, boy… Icicle loved to hit my cock with a rolling pin until I came on her. That was pretty weird. But mostly I just had straight sex with any and every female I wanted to. They wanted me to anoint them, and I anointed the hell out of them. I made friends with a few of the male elves who were, shall we say, not as bisexual as most of them. That way I could have orgies without having to worry about some overexcited male elf shooting his jizz in my face. Having some buddies was actually kind of fun.”“The party went on until Mary returned in April. She walked right in on us, having a full-bore, all hands orgy in the main factory floor, me and all ten thousand elves. I'd love to describe that party for you, but I was blotto on elf milk the whole time. It's a blur. Anyway, Mary saw me for the first time, actually fucking the elves, and knowing a thing and seeing a thing are not the same thing. I'm pretty sure that was the straw that broke the reindeer's back. She packed her bags and left.”“Where did she go?”“I didn't know for a few months. But after a while she sent me a letter from the South Pole. She'd built a factory there and wanted me to send her the list of adult believers so she could keep up the sex toy thing. She was planning to deliver the sex toys herself, mailing them if she had to. Mary may be immortal now, but she doesn't have the Christmas Spirit required to deliver millions of toys in a few hours' time… actually, neither do I anymore… Anyway I gave her the list and wished her good luck.”“Are you getting a divorce?”“I don't think we can get divorced. Sure, we were married in a church, but that was just a formality. We were married, as far as the universe is concerned, when she said 'yes'. I think she'll still be immortal, but I don't really know how it's supposed to work. But for now, she's living the life she's chosen with her elves. It's like she's a polygamist with thirty wives. But I'm no one to judge. I have ten thousand eager sex partners myself. I guess we both fucked up big time crossing that boundary.”I didn't want to say it, but it sounded to me like Mary had her elf obsession under control. She was going on trips, building a factory, making plans for the future. Her relationship with those elves, strange though it may be, was clearly optimistic and structured. Kris on the other hand…“Anyway, I wouldn't have been able to get through the year without Blizzard. She made sure all the letters were read, because I wasn't up to it, and made sure all the toys were completed. She even had to check the naughty or nice list for me, because I could only manage to check it once. I've been a mess I can't concentrate for more than a few hours before I want to go find a pretty little elf to fuck. It feels so right when I'm doing it, but a few minutes later I'm trolling again. But I don't think Blizzard, or any of the others have a clue that I've lost the Christmas Spirit. They still think everything is hunky dory… look at them down there.”We were headed toward a brightly illuminated landing strip. A long line of elves were bringing toys out of the factory, and placing them carefully in a black sack. Clearly there were too many presents to fit in that one sack, but they kept putting them in, and it showed no signs of getting any fuller. It was Santa's magic sack! It looked pretty threadbare, but it certainly seemed to work!Kris circled the landing area, and the elves, hearing the sound of the reindeer's jingling bells, waved up at us. I couldn't help myself. I had to wave back. Kris was right! They were beautiful! More beautiful than his description had prepared me for! I knew that if we landed, he'd go right out and grab one, and start fucking her. I could see it in his eyes.“Kris, I think I know what to do.”“What?”“I think you need to fuck me.”His eyes opened wide. A leer spread on his face.“Don't look at me like that, Kris.”He shook the look off his face, “Sorry, Virginia. Habit. You were saying?”“I don't know why… but I think that my problem and your problem are linked somehow. Linked cosmically in ways that neither of us could possibly understand. All I know is that I feel the pathological need to fuck Santa. There's got to be some sort of reason for that. I mean, it led me to you. It took longer than I thought, but in the end, I found you.”He had a serious expression on his face. “What do you think that will accomplish?”“I don't know. I don't even think you'll fit inside me… in fact, I'm certain you won't. But we have to try. There's nothing else we can do.”“Where?” he asked, taking the blanket off, freeing his cock, a desperate expression on his face, “Here?”“No,” I said, pointing off in the distance. “There.”He saw where I was pointing and he turned the reindeer in that direction. We soared over the hills of snow.We landed by the North Pole. It was located about half a mile from the factory. The factory had originally been located at the North Pole, but the ice had drifted over the centuries. But Kris had dutifully moved the twenty-foot, candy-striped pole every year to the correct geographic location. The area around the pole was dark, but there was a candle lantern on top, which bathed the immediate area in a dim, warm glow.We stepped out onto the ice. I put my hand on the ice-covered pole. I could feel the cold, but it felt pleasant. “I can't get over how weird it is not to be bothered by the cold.”“Yeah,” he said, “It took me a while to get used to it too. You can feel it, but instead of freezing your outsides, it just makes you feel warmer inside. The opposite happens too, you know. I deliver toys to the tropics without breaking a sweat.”“Okay,” I said, suddenly horny as hell, “enough chit chat. Let's do this thing.”I started taking off my clothes. But Kris put his arms on my shoulders, calming me. “Virginia.” He said nothing else. Just hearing him say my name calmed me. He picked me up and cradled me in his arms. He lifted my short, black bangs, and kissed the scar on my forehead. Then he kissed my nose, and my cheeks, and finally, my mouth. Then he laid me down in the large snowdrift at the base of the Pole, and I looked up at him as he took off his gloves and coat. He was dimly lit by the lantern, but the Northern Lights were dancing in the sky behind him. It was the most romantic sight of my life. His eyes were swimming with love.“I've been meaning to tell you, Virginia, what a beautiful woman you are.”I blushed. I'd been told that before, but never by Santa Claus… not the real one anyway.“I can really see the elf in you.”“Elf?” I replied.“Oh yes, didn't you know? Your ancestors are from Iceland. Everyone in Iceland has a bit of elf blood in them. Some, like you, have quite a lot. I can see it in your eyes.”I think that was the most wonderful thing I've ever heard in my life.“In fact… I should have said before now… The night I met you at the Sex Addicts meeting… when you introduced yourself to me… well… I knew you of course. I've always known you, but I'd never seen you before. I had no idea what you looked like. I was taken aback.”“Because I look like an elf?”“Yes, in part. But I felt the sudden, powerful need to make love to you.”“Well, of course. You're a sex addict.”“No… I didn't want to fuck you… well, I wanted to do that too, but more importantly, I wanted to make love to you. My feelings were so deep, so fast, I didn't know what to do with them. So I stopped coming to the meetings… I was afraid…”“Kris, are you afraid to love?”“No. I was afraid my feelings weren't real… because you reminded me so much of her.”We were silent for a moment. Then I knew. “Snowbell.”He smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. “You look just like her. You must be related to her somehow. You have her eyes, her chin, her figure, her voice… her laugh even. I thought I only loved you because you reminded me of her.”“Don't be silly, Kris,” I said with a giggle. “You only loved her because she reminded you of me. Only, you didn't know it yet.”He smiled. He knew it was true. As impossible as it was, the universe had meant for us to be together, and he'd projected his feelings for me on that pretty little elf. “Snowbell is an elf, Kris. She can't love you, not really, not the way humans love. But I can. I do.”Kris, looked down at me and removed his shirt. He had an amazing body. He was fat but not flabby. He'd been fucking like a rabbit for a solid year… that can tone a guy up. I could see the muscles rippling in his arms, just under the layer of fat. He had curly white hair on his chest, and beautiful, well defined pecs. He threw the blanket to the ground, and grabbed the waistband of his ripped pants. He pulled outward, in one powerful move, shredding the pants right off his body.“Those pants were too small for me anyway,” he said. I didn't laugh. I was transfixed. Saint Nick stood over me, silhouetted by the aurora borealis, naked to my eyes. His beard had never looked so white and majestic as it did right now.He got down on one knee and said, “Marry me.”I said, “Yes.”He smiled and said, “I now pronounce us husband and wife.”My eyes filled with tears. They froze solid as soon as they dripped off my face. “Can you do that?” I asked,“I can do anything. I'm Santa Claus.”He bent over, kissing me on the lips for a long time. Then he began to undress me. He unbuttoned my shirt took it off. He kissed my shoulders as he unhooked my bra. When he removed that, he said, “You even have her breasts. Only your nipples aren't blue.” I laughed and he bent over to suckle my perfectly pink nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. I ran my hands through his snowy locks, feeling his beard tickling my belly. I unbuttoned my pants and kicked of my shoes. I was breathless in growing anticipation and need.He helped me pull off my pants and panties, and he paused for a moment, just looked with love at my naked body lying in the warm snow bank.“Virginia, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Elf or human.” Then he took one of my legs in his hands and kissed the long scar, his azure eyes full of lust and love. My eager hand found his cock, and I stroked him with a burning hunger… a need that I hadn't indulged in a year and had never successfully quenched.I looked at him and noticed a strange light shimmering on his face. Then he noticed it on my face too. We both looked up and saw a ten-foot circle of elves surrounding us. The elves were naked, and their bodies were glowing. The fine glitter in their skin was vibrating and sparkling in the dim light. Swirls of colors went around and around seeming to pass from elf to elf. The colors were the same as the colors in the Northern Lights above us, pale greens and pinks, blues and purples… The elves were linked somehow to the aurora borealis. The colors grew brighter and brighter, as Kris and I watched, transfixed.Then the elves started singing. The song was an ancient yuletide carol. I didn't recognize it, but I found it beautiful and brimming with primal power. The elves were smiling with happiness as they sang. I saw that they were holding hands, row upon row. Farther back, the elves began to climb up on each other's shoulders, each row outward growing higher and higher, forming an elfin amphitheater with Kris and I, and the North Pole, in the center.We looked at each other, and our lust could wait no longer. He knelt between my knees and pulled my legs up, lifting my bottom out of the snow. His impossibly huge cock head pressed against my much too small pussy, and I despaired that he could ever possibly enter me.But then a miracle occurred.I began to glow. Tiny flecks of light appeared beneath my skin, glinting all the colors of the rainbow. My pale skin changed slightly in hue, to a pale aqua blue. I felt something… an ancient power flow through every pore of my body. I began to tingle. In a good way, like the way you feel when you hop into a warm bed on a cold winter night. Kris was looking at me, eyes widening in amazement. I felt the tingling sensation run through my limbs down to my pussy. The tuft of black pubic hair on top turned snowy white.“Fuck me, Kris!” I shouted, “Fuck me, Santa!”Kris pulled me onto his rock hard shaft. He felt huge inside me, but it didn't hurt at all. It felt like a warmth penetrating me. He went all the way in, just as 'Santa's Little Helper' had done, until his balls slapped against my ass. I could feel his cock deep inside me, pressing up into the bottom of my heart! Holy holly, it felt great!!! I could feel my vaginal muscles contracting over his cock as he pulled himself out. It seemed as if I could control them now. I'd never been very dutiful about doing Kegel exercises, but now I didn't need them. My vagina was enchanted by the elfin magik of old.Kris lifted me off the ground and fucked me standing up, slamming all fifteen inches of his Yule log in and out of me, slapping his big balls against my narrow ass. His arms were huge and as strong as oaken beams, and I was completely in his power. But then I realized I also had him in my power with the undulations I could perform with my brand new vaginal muscles. I felt an orgasm sweep through my entire body. I shrieked in joy. I was cumming now, cumming hard, and I felt my breasts grow hot. Squirts of liquid shot out of my nipples. It was an amazing feeling, like having the greatest piss you ever had after holding it in for eighteen hours, multiplied by twenty. That good! Kris held my breast in his hand and aimed my nectar stream at his mouth and tasted it. The other breast was shooting straight up, so I caught some of that I my mouth. Oh! Peppermint schnapps, just as he'd said! I felt the intoxication going straight to my head! I never was much of a drinker, so I drank no more of it.I came again and again, as he held me aloft, tirelessly fucking me while the elf choir sang all around us.Kris' face finally screwed up, and I clamped my pussy down on his cock to squeeze off his orgasm, as he'd described Blizzard doing once with her sphincter. I found it easy to do, so powerful were my muscles now. Once his need to cum passed, he put me on my hands and knees in the snow bank and fucked me from behind. I could see that my bangs had turned snowy white… then I saw my shadow on the snow. I reached up to be sure… yes, my ears had grown long tapering points. I hadn't shrunk in size, I was still the same size that I'd always been, and as far as I could tell, my tongue hadn't changed, thank god… but my insides… oh, I was so deep now! I felt the fat head of his enormous cock slamming against the underside of my heart, but it didn't hurt at all. Why would it? I was an elf!I heard Kris grunting again, but I didn't squeeze him off this time.“Cum in me Santa,” I moaned, as I had another powerful orgasm. My breasts squirted hot milk into the snow, which sent up billowing clouds of steam all around us! Kris' tempo got harder and faster and he shouted in a deep booming voice, “Santa Claus is cumming!!!”I felt his warm semen jetting into me more powerfully than I'd ever felt it before, and I'd had a lot of cum shot into me over the years. It was relentless! It felt like gallons of the stuff. It flooded out of my pussy around his thrusting cock, and I reached down and collected several handfuls, bringing them up to my mouth to slurp. I love eggnog straight out of the carton, but this way is even better. Straight out of Santa's cock!Kris came for five solid minutes, fucking me the whole time, but finally he bucked and slowed. I could feel his cock softening inside me as we collapsed in the snow. He reached around and fingered my clit, bringing me to another orgasm, which sent showers of peppermint schnapps all around us. He tried to catch some in his mouth.I said, “Don't drink too much, honey. You have presents to deliver.”I was just what Santa needed. Someone to love him and keep him in line.When my orgasm had passed, we just lay there for a while, listening to the rest of the elf song. When it was over, a hush fell over the North Pole. I could feel something, invisible, yet palpable… in the air there was a feeling of Christmas.A shapely, and beautifully naked female elf stepped out of the circle, and walked up to us. Kris sat up, cuddling me in his arms.“Blizzard. I'd like to introduce you to my new wife, Virginia.”Blizzard bowed to me, “Hello Mrs. Kringle.”Mrs. Kringle? It hit me then. I was Mrs. Kringle now. Virginia fuckin Kringle!“Hello, Blizzard. It's nice to meet you. Kris has told me all about you. You're a very special elf.”“All elves are special, Virginia. Even half-elves like you.” She smiled. “Now, Mr. Kringle, time is running short. There are toys to deliver, children to make happy. Are you feeling the Christmas Spirit?” She held out her hand to him.Kris smiled. We looked at each other. We both felt it. We'd saved Christmas. We both knew that from now on our troubles would be out of sight. I'd been right all along. All Santa Claus ever needed, really, was to fuck me.By cb summers for Literotica

Once upon a time.... The Morning News with Dave Lee along with special guest Doc Severinsen, introduced 'CCO Land to a man named "Klem Kringle", Kris' cranky brother. Have some laughs with this bit from our past! And Merry Christmas!

Christmas Drama on a SundayFirst a look at this day in History.Then Yours Truly Johnny Dollar starring Bob Bailey, originally broadcast December 22, 1957, 67 years ago, The Carmen Kringle Matter.  An old prospector is dying in the desert, and his faithful mule "Carmen" is set to inherit his insurance. Followed by the news from 67 years ago, followed by Suspense, originally broadcast December 22, 1957, 67 years ago, Dog Star starring Evelyn Rudie.  All that a little girl wants for Christmas is a little puppy. She finally gets one...from outer space! Little Chipka falls to Earth from a Russian satellite. Then Lights Out, originally broadcast December 22, 1937, 87 years ago, Christmas Story. A Christmas story, set during the war in 1918. A French soldier, an Australian and an American Negro soldier find themselves aboard a railroad train. Have they met before? Next, This Is Your FBI, originally broadcast December 22, 1950, 74 years ago, The Return of St. Nick. Santa Claus has disappeared from a big city settlement house. The FBI takes the case and reunites an elderly brother and sister as well.Followed by Jonathan Thomas and His Christmas On The Moon, originally broadcast December 22, 1938, 86 years ago, A Reward For The Capture Of Jonathan. Eluding the dragon, Rumplestich (the witch) alerts King Squeebeeble of Jonathan's arrival. The king posts a reward for Jonathan's capture...dead or alive!Finally Superman, originally broadcast December 22, 1941, 83 years ago, The Mechanical Man.  The Yellow Mask turns off the electricity in the Daily Planet building. Along with a Nazi friend, The Mask plans to take over a robot and use it to create havoc!Thanks to Sean for supporting our podcast by using the Buy Me a Coffee function at http://classicradio.streamFind the Family Fallout Shelter Booklet Here: https://www.survivorlibrary.com/library/the_family_fallout_shelter_1959.pdfhttps://wardomatic.blogspot.com/2006/11/fallout-shelter-handbook-1962.htmlAnd more about the Survive-all Fallout Sheltershttps://conelrad.blogspot.com/2010/09/mad-men-meet-mad-survive-all-shelter.html

Kris commissions his signature ‘Santa's Dildo'.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When I woke up, I had a splitting headache. Blizzard was standing on a stool in front of my chair, licking the last of Sugar Plum's cum out of my beard with her long, sensitive tongue. She was wearing a white robe, one of Mary's new uniforms. I waited until she was done.“What time is it?” I mumbled.“Three hours after closing time,” she answered. “I'm glad the quitting bell didn't awaken you. It arose such a clatter.”I felt like throwing up. Blizzard grabbed a trashcan without me even needing to ask. She always knew what I wanted before I did. She was such a good elf. She held the can under my mouth.“I don't feel so good.”“You drank too much elf milk. So did Indigo. I had to send her home early. Everyone else stayed late to get their work done, just in case you're wondering. And be of good cheer, your headache will pass.”I saw the ripped up shreds of the secretary costume in the trashcan.“How did you know?”“I saw how you looked at Holly. I knew what you were thinking. You wanted to anoint her, but you didn't because you loved Mrs. Kringle. But you don't love her any more, do you?”“No.”“I thought not. I am very perceptive. And I don't think you're going to vomit after all.” She was right. I was feeling better.She put the trashcan on the floor. “I suppose I should tell you that I encouraged Holly to present herself as a gift to you. I felt you needed it. It cannot be good to go so many years without anointing anyone. I even made the pretty underwear for her. I wore the same pair last night, though I had to take them in a bit.”“Really? Those were the same panties?”“Yes. Imagine my surprise when you passed on the opportunity. Humans. Very difficult to understand.”“It's a good thing I turned her down. I might have injured her.”“Yes, but I didn't know how large you were at the time. Your elf servants have seen you naked of course, but apparently you triple in size when you harden. I am perceptive, but I didn't think about that. Silly me. So, it's definitely a good thing you didn't attempt to mount Holly. She had a very small pussy.”“How do you know?”“Oh, I made love to her the morning after you turned her down… well, she looked so sad and so horny. She didn't like my tongue at first… it really is quite long, even for an Elf, but she quickly learned to enjoy it. And I learned to enjoy the flavor of human pussy. It's really quite nice.”Even all these years later, the thought of Blizzard going down on Holly was enough to give me a hard-on. “You… had sex with Holly?”“She'd done such a good job as my assistant, I thought it was the least I could do. I anointed her with my milk. She was very happy when she left.” Then Blizzard kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kringle, for the secretary's day gift.”I smiled. I felt warm and alive. “Thank you, Blizzard, for the fantasy come true.”She laughed a high, musical laugh. “My pleasure. But it was only fantasy for the first few minutes.” She squeezed my growing erection, “I've got to go home, Mr. Kringle. Maybe tomorrow.”She hopped off my lap and started walking toward the door. I looked around and noticed that the cum had all been cleaned up. I'd have never known an orgy had happened here, other than the stains on my own clothes.“Is that sort of thing normal for elves?”“Not really, Santa. We never have love-share during working hours.” She said as she was walking out the door.“Then why did you do it today?”“You wanted us to, of course,” With a wink of her eye, she closed the door. Blizzard was a perceptive elf, but not a wise one. She knew what I wanted without needing to ask, but she didn't seem to know that sometimes what we want isn't necessarily what's good for us.SCENE 5:SAVING CHRISTMASAs Kris told his story, he rarely looked at me but up at the ceiling instead, perhaps afraid I might be judging him. He needn't have worried. I was sitting cross-legged on the other bed, listening with rapt attention, totally turned on. During his story he'd grown hard every time he got to one of the ‘good parts'. But each time he'd brought his knees up to hide what was happening. But I could see the outlines of his massive shaft inside the loose fitting trousers. I found myself salivating, itching to slip onto his bed and unleash his manhood. But I had a modicum of willpower now, so I forced myself to sit still and listen.When he started describing the crazy elf orgy in his office his eyes glazed over, lost in his memories, unaware that he was getting hard. Much to my surprise and delight, Kris' cock grew larger and larger until his pants were tenting straight up a good ten inches. Then, when he got to the part of his story where he sodomized Blizzard, his cock grew even longer and slowly ripped through the fabric of his loose (but not loose enough) pants. My god! He wasn't lying, it could actually do that! I watched in amazement as the head of his massive pole emerged through the splitting seam, encased at first in his silky red boxers, which were decorated with Christmas trees. But soon the insistent bulge ripped through the silk too, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Santa's fifteen inch cock! It was darker than the rest of his skin, ruddy and throbbing with his hot blood. The boxers and pants settled, revealing every inch of his throbbing Santahood. I thought he'd been bragging when he how big it was. But I shouldn't have doubted him. Kris Kringle never lies!I'd seen hundreds of cocks on my cross-country quest, from the tiniest little tadgers to the world's biggest pricks. I thought I'd seen them all, but I was wrong. This was definitely the biggest one of them all, by far! I don't particularly care how big a man's penis is when he's fucking me. It always feels great. In fact, anything over two inches thick is downright uncomfortable. But I've always loved to see and hold huge shlongs in my hands, ever since I'd given a bath to fake homeless Santa. Whenever I came across a hung Santa, I'd usually give him a hand job while he fingered me. Sometimes I didn't even need that much to have an orgasm, it was so exciting for me. So looking at Kris' abominable snowman made me instantly wet. I could barely concentrate on his fascinating story.When he finished talking about the orgy, his cock started getting softer, and he only noticed it when it flopped heavily over onto his thigh.“Damn it!” shouted Kris. He sat up in bed to cover himself. His cheeks turned beet red, “I'm so sorry. I hate when it does that!”“It's okay, Kris. Believe me, I've seen it all.” He smiled at me and fumbled his cock back into the ripped hole. I even enjoyed watching that. “I hope that's never happened when kids are around.”“No. I only see kids when I'm delivering toys, and to do that I need all my concentration on the task. I need to be filled, suffused with love and the spirit of Christmas. If I'm thinking about anything else… like naked elves for instance, I just can't do it. I mean, I have to fly my sleigh around to millions of houses in a few hours' time.”“Yes, how do you do that? I've always wanted to know!”“I don't know… I just do. I go into some sort of time warp, I guess. I don't know how it works. It just does. If I'm in the 'Christmas Spirit', that is.” The expression on his face suddenly became desperate and tears filled his eyes.Now I understood. I moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. “You're afraid you won't be able to get into the Christmas Spirit this year, don't you?”He burst into tears, holding his hands over his face, his secret fear spoken aloud at last. I moved to his bed and put my hand on his chest. “But what about last Christmas? You delivered the toys then didn't you?”“Yes, but with the added burden of the sex toy deliveries I missed almost twelve thousand homes! I had so send those presents in the… mail.” He said the last word as if it was the most shameful word in the English language. “This year, I don't think I'll be able to deliver any toys at all.” He began weeping again.Santa was a basket case.“Don't cry Kris. I'll help you figure it out.” But of course, I had no idea how. It had taken months for me to stop chasing Santas, even after I realized it was a self-destructive habit that was ruining my life. Christmas Eve was tomorrow! There was precious little time to quiet Kris' troubled mind.I lay down in bed next to Kris, and cuddled him, my hand on his belly, and my head on his shoulder. His strong arm hugged me lightly, but he didn't try to reach farther and feel me up. If he had, I don't know what I would have done.A dim light was coming through the window. Shit! I'd been listening to his story for so many hours, I hadn't noticed the time! It had to be after noon, because the sun was only up between noon and 2 in Alaska that time of year. But Kris felt so warm in my arms. I decided to give him a few minutes to cry softly, while I cuddled him and patted his belly. I closed my eyes… for just a second.When I woke up, Kris' cock had emerged from the hole in his pants again. It seemed to be towering above me. Then I noticed that my bare hand was wrapped around the base of it. Blitzen, it was warm! I could hear from his light snoring that he was asleep. I didn't move a muscle. I just looked at his cock, feeling his flesh in my hand. How long had I been holding it? There was something familiar about his cock… almost like I'd seen it before. Déjà vu… I watched as a tiny bit of pre-cum seeped out of the tip and dripped down the shaft. I stared in fascination as it made its long trip downward, until it spread out on my knuckle. What was I doing?I let go, and sat up. I looked at the clock. We'd been asleep for hours. It was nearly five P.M. on Christmas Eve!“Santa… Kris. Wake up,” I said, my back to him, not wanting to be tempted by the sight of his cock again. “It's Christmas Eve.”He woke up and cursed again at his misbehaving member.I laughed. “Maybe you should invest in some stretch-pants,” I said.He chuckled deeply. “I'm glad I amuse you so much.”I still had no idea what to do to help him, but I knew where to start.“Kris. You need to take me to the North Pole.”I said it firmly, in a no-nonsense way. He said, “Okay.”He'd parked his Sleigh behind a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the diner. My god, the reindeer were beautiful. They were huge and furry. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing them with my own eyes! Kris introduced them to me. Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Sprinkles. Blitzen was apparently home, sick with a cold. As I met each reindeer I was amazed at how individual each one was. Some pranced and pawed, others just stared at me stoically. Apparently Kris understood their language, but I didn't. Just sounded like a bunch of honking and snorting to me.Santa had to hook them to the sleigh, because he'd unbridled them before coming to see me at the Moose Café. That actually touched me a bit. It meant he'd planned to spend some time chatting with me. Or maybe it meant he'd hoped to fuck me. Either way, it was touching.The sleigh was impressive for how unimpressive it was. In all the movies it's this super-amazing contraption. But Santa's sleigh is just an ordinary wooden sleigh with chipped paint and rusty old bells. It looked like it had been patched up a hundred times like the old junker I drove. When I climbed aboard, I didn't feel magical. I had imagined this moment my whole life, but it was actually quite ordinary. Just two people climbing aboard an old sleigh. Ho, hum.But then he shouted in his booming voice, “Dash away!” and the reindeer started galloping. The whole rickety contraption lifted off the snow, as if it were light as a feather. My heart leapt up in my throat! Now this was more like it! The reindeer hooves were now running in midair. We banked up steeply, twisting and dodging among the glistening treetops. I suddenly felt as if the sleigh were going to tip over, so I threw my arms around Kris and looked back to see the lights of Anchorage growing small behind us. The sky was clear. The storm had passed during the night. We were surrounded by stars, dancing playfully around the moon, illuminating a wonderland of snow below us. I held Kris Kringle tight. We snuggled up together, so comfy… so cozy were we.After a while I noticed something odd.“Kris. We must be a thousand feet up, in the arctic… but I'm not cold.”“Of course not. You're with me.”We were picking up speed, but I saw Kris pull back on the reins a bit. I understood. There were still things to be said, but he didn't know how to continue.I gave him a nudge, “So, what happened after the orgy in your office? It sounds like you'd sort of made your peace with the situation.”“Yes. That's right. I didn't have any more orgies for a while. But I did start sleeping with… I mean, fucking female elves, usually one to four at a time. I was shy about it at first, but Blizzard was happy to hook me up with any elf that caught my eye, as long as they weren't Mary's elves. But soon I didn't need help. I hung sprigs of mistletoe about the factory, and if any female elf happened to be standing under one, well she was fair game. It was really quite a fun, liberating time. But I missed Snowbell.”“You didn't see Snowbell?”“No. I asked around for her, but Mary made it clear that Snowbell was her elf, not mine. I didn't want to fight, so there wasn't much I could do about it. Mary and I… well we never talked about any of it. Eventually we stopped talking entirely. She never ate dinner with me anymore, but stayed over in her wing working on her project.”“So you never saw Snowbell again?” I felt sad. From his story, I could tell that Snowbell was special to him.He smiled, “I saw her one last time. She snuck into my bedroom one night. I awoke with her sucking my cock. She laughed and laughed when I woke up, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. Then she got serious and said that she'd been wanting to see me ever so much, but Mary wouldn't let her. I could tell she was conflicted. She was still wearing her hair down as said she would, but she had no choice but to obey Mary. It was in her blood. So I asked her what she was doing in my room. She said Mary had sent her with a proposition. In exchange for one night with Snowbell, I was to donate something to the sex toy project.”“What?”“My cock.”“What do you mean?”“I asked the same thing and when Snowbell told me I had no choice but to comply. I would have traded anything for one more night with that little elf. We fucked for hours. I think we both knew it would be our last time. But before I was done, and when I was at my hardest and longest, Snowbell shaved all the hair off my cock and balls, and spread a molding compound around everything.”Oh, my god… could it be?“When Snowbell was finished she had a perfect cast of my cock and balls. She cleaned off the residue and we went back to fucking… making love, actually, until I fell asleep. When I awoke, Snowbell and the cast were gone.”I started breathing hard. Oh my god, I thought, I hope he tells me what I think he's gonna tell me!“I was sad. But Christmas was coming and I had no time to be maudlin. Anyway, a few days before Christmas Eve Mary finally showed me the sex toy she wanted me to deliver. Apparently, after all the product testing with all the crazy contraptions she could find, she'd determined that the classic sex toy would be best. The big giant dick.”I was right! I was right!“She'd turned the cast of my cock into this big rubber…”I interrupted him, shouting in delight, “…dildo that plays Christmas carols!”He looked at me and a big smile warmed his face. “Did you like it, Virginia?”Oh it was too wonderful for words. “Kris! You saved my life!” I stood up, jumped between his knees and threw my arms around him, kissing him with all my love. Kris Kringle had saved my life!We kissed for a long time. His cock got hard, emerging from the hole in his pants again. It moved up my belly and rested between my breasts, but I didn't touch it. I just wanted to kiss him and he wanted to kiss me. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, sometimes looking into each other's eyes. His azure eyes were the color of a clear blue mountain lake. Eventually his cock realized that I didn't want to fuck, and it shrunk again. I just wanted to kiss Kris Kringle on his sleigh, a thousand feet above the ground, as we crossed the Arctic Circle.When I'd had my fill, I stepped back and saw the quizzical expression on his face.“Thanks,” he said. “But I didn't save your life, Virginia. I just gave you a rubber cock. You didn't send me your customary Christmas list, so I had to put your name on Mary's sex toy list. I was… actually quite worried that you'd be offended by it. That was a pretty obscene Christmas gift. I almost refused to deliver them… but Mary had put so much work into her project, and I was so distracted by all the elf sex I was having, I just didn't have the energy to say no. But right before delivering them, I ripped all the 'from: Santa' tags off.”I put my hands on his fuzzy face. I loved him with all my heart. I'd always loved Santa. But now I loved Kris Kringle, and that's a different thing altogether. “Kris, I never really finished my story earlier. I think now's a good time to tell you how I finally got my shit together. And how you saved my life. ”“Okay”, he said.I kneeled on the bench next to him and held his hand as I talked. “Well, when I found out I was a truck stop whore, I was pretty ticked off, let me tell you. I didn't regret fucking and blowing scores of anonymous Santas. But the lying… it really pissed me off. So before that jerk of a truck driver came back from the shitter, I got behind the wheel of his eighteen-wheeler and drove off without him. He'd taught me how to drive it, the idiot. I headed straight for Alaska. I knew he wouldn't call the cops on me. I mean, what could he say to them? He was my pimp. I could easily prove that and put him in jail."I stopped for gas and Santa hunting all along the Alaska Highway. Fort Nelson, Watson Lake, Winterhorse… Everywhere I stopped I found Santas to kiss and suck and fuck, but they all turned out to be phonies. But I kept heart. I was on a holy mission. Something… some natural force in the universe was driving me to seek you out!”“Well,” he said, “You've finally found me.”I kissed him again, but briefly, and continued my story, “I was getting more and more desperate. By the time I reached Anchorage, Christmas was only a few days away. I started cracking up. I needed to find you… I knew you were in crisis… that you needed me. I was so desperate that I started questioning everything I knew about Santa, and I stopped looking for bearded, jolly, fat men. Now… any man would do. Any man at all as long as he was over thirty. I'd just walk into a gas station or a bar and start kissing every man in the place. Sometimes they'd chase me out… sometimes they wouldn't. Sometimes it ended up with me following them home or taking them back to my stolen truck. Sometimes I was flat on my back in the slushy mud of a freezing cold back alley. Sometimes it was more than one man at a time. One night, four days before Christmas Eve, I went into a sleazy bar, and I was gang fucked. I won't say gang-raped, because I enjoyed every fucking instant of it. There were ten or fifteen men there, all ages, all races, all sizes, fucking me one after another, filling my pussy with cum, shoving their cocks down my throat, jacking off all over my naked body as I lay on my back on the pool table. I loved it… but one by one I realized none of them were you. I begged them to call their friends, anyone, everyone, because Santa was out there somewhere and he needed me to fuck him!”“Oh, Virginia. I'm so sorry.”“An hour and eight men later, a woman came into the bar looking for her boyfriend. When she saw me naked on the pool table, dripping with cum, a line of men waiting for their turn on me, she fought them off and rescued me. I didn't want to leave, but by this time I was too exhausted to resist. She wanted to call the police, but I convinced her that they weren't raping me. I'd asked them to do it… begged them to. She gave me a t-shirt, since my clothes were back at the bar. Then she gave me some sleeping pills, and I fell asleep. But as soon as I woke up I ran straight out the door. Soon I was dashing through the snow, barefoot, going from house to house, looking for men."The first door I banged on was answered by a little old man, probably in his nineties, carrying an oxygen tank. He looked jolly enough for me. I kissed him like crazy, but the tubes that were blowing oxygen up his nose were in the way, so I got on my knees, unzipped his fly and went to town on his cock before he even knew what was happening. He got very hard, very fast. I gobbled on his knob until he shot his wad in my mouth. I looked up at his astonished face, and realized he wasn't you, so I apologized, and ran to the next house. Nobody home. Next house: a woman. Next house…"I found a middle aged man shoveling his sidewalk. I pushed him onto his back in the snow and started kissing him and rubbing myself all over him. I crawled up his body and rubbed my pussy in his face… I was naked under the t-shirt. He was too stunned to lick me or anything so I just fucked his face for a while. He took off his gloves and started feeling me up… my ass, my tits. Finally he started licking my pussy like crazy. That was more like it! I finally had a screaming orgasm. I was going to fuck him next, but I heard his wife in the house yelling, 'what was that noise, Frank? Are you okay?' Frank? Not Santa? I jumped up and ran off. Next house, nobody home, next house a woman making breakfast for her children."Next I came across a small church. I ran inside, intending to pray for you to find me, but instead I found the pastor polishing a candelabra. Soon, I was polishing his penis; first with my mouth, then with my pussy. He was an enthusiastic convert to the church of Virginia, because he bent me over on the railing they give communion at and fucked me from behind. Instead of shooting his wad in me, however, he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked himself off on my face. I looked up at him, my hands together, praying he would turn out to be the real true Santa. He wasn't. Just a perverted priest, led astray by a Santa-seeking slut."I was absolutely totally crazed, but happy, so happy! I felt as if I were fulfilling my purpose in the universe! I didn't even knock at the next door I came to. I just barged right in and saw a teenaged boy sitting in front of a television, playing a video game. He was definitely the youngest person I'd ever considered might be Santa, but by this time my standards had really slipped. It turned out later he was eighteen, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I just pushed his game controller aside, unzipped his fly and started sucking his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was like his secret Christmas wish had come true. I heard later that he was a virgin. He isn't anymore. As soon as he was good and hard, I jumped on his lap and started fucking him. He was so astonished that he didn't even notice the preacher's cum dripping off my face. As I fucked him I lifted my shirt up and rubbed my breasts all over his face. His hard young cock felt so good inside me! I started having a screaming orgasm. Soon he started quivering, then he started cumming."That's when his mother came back from the store. She'd gone to buy a new snow shovel. When she walked in, she thought her son was being attacked by some wild woman from the woods… and I guess he was. She attacked me with the snow shovel.”I lifted up my bangs, to show the long scar I now had on my forehead.Kris' eyes were smoky with compassion. I noticed he had an erection from my story, but he'd put a blanket in his lap to cover it up. He leaned toward me and kissed my scar.I smiled, “There's another one on my thigh… I'll let you kiss that one later. That woman really did a number on me. She even knocked out my two front teeth. I still owe money for the implants. But… actually, she did me a favor. She stopped my ecstatic rampage. I woke up in the Anchorage hospital.”“Yes, I remember,” said Kris. “I'd wondered why you were in a hospital, but I couldn't stick around to find out. I still had millions of presents to deliver.”I put my hand on his cheek. “That's okay. Anyway, when I woke up, it was Christmas eve. I was scarred, and black and blue all over. A male doctor came in to see me, and the first thing I did was to try to unzip his fly to suck his cock. He backed off and I tried to get out of bed to get at him! He said there was a big suture on my thigh, so I needed to keep still. But I didn't care. The nurses had to restrain me… strap me to the bed so I wouldn't hurt myself. The doctor called in a psychiatrist. I was too crazed with desperation to lie, so I told her that I needed to find Santa, I needed to fuck him! I couldn't explain it. I just had to! She was very nice, but in the end she filled out some paperwork to have me transferred to a mental hospital in a few days. I knew what that meant. I'd be locked up! But later that night I was able to talk the nurses into taking off my restraints. They figured it was cruel to keep me strapped down on Christmas Eve. But they kept a sharp eye on me. I waited and waited for everyone to leave for the day. But I fell asleep, listening to the nurses sing Silver Bells as they exchanged presents out in the nurse's station. When I woke up, it was dark. No one was stirring.”“Not even a mouse?” asked Kris, smiling.“Not even a mouse. I snuck out of bed, determined to escape. I was going to run out into the cold dark night. It was crazy. The suture on my leg would have opened up. I'd have bled to death, or froze. I didn't care. I just needed to find Santa… but then… I saw it.”“My present,” he said, smiling.I nodded. “Your present. It was sitting right there, on the rolling tray next to my bed. A big, red, wrapped oblong box. I wondered if the nurses had left it for me. I didn't see a tag. I wanted to run… but I thought… maybe, just maybe, this present was from you. So I carefully unwrapped it, quietly and slowly so nobody would hear me. I was surprised as fuck-all when I saw what was inside. It said 'Santa's Little Helper' on the box, and had a small cartoony drawing of you. Most of the box, though, was clear plastic and I could see what was inside. A giant rubber cock, colored red and white in a spiral pattern, just like the North Pole. I started laughing. I thought, what the fuck is this? Who the hell gave this crazy thing to me? I mean… it was obscene! It was like, fifteen inches long, and four inches thick!” I mimicked the shape and size of it with my hands. He laughed.“When I saw your cock earlier, I should have recognized it. But the spiral red and white stripes must have thrown me off. And I never, even once, thought that YOU had given me that crazy cock! I took it out of the package, absolutely fascinated by it! I didn't know then what I found so fascinating. But… now I know. It was you, Kris. It was your cock. It was what I'd been searching for the last three years… but I didn't even know it! I held it in my hands, feeling its meaty weight… it's insane girth. In spite of the unrealistic coloring, it felt so realistic. I had a rubber cock once… it was all floppy, but this thing… well it was stiff as well as soft, just like a real cock. I knew it would never fit inside me… but I had to try it out. I lay back on my bed, my desire to run away suddenly forgotten. I lifted up my hospital gown and pulled my panties open. I put the head of that monster up to my pussy lips and began to masturbate my clit with it. It felt amazing. I have no idea why. My skin tingled at its touch. It began to vibrate, even though I hadn't turned on any switch. It was a soft vibration… almost undetectable, not like the crude buzzing that normal dildoes make. I started getting wet… and I mean soaking wet. I pushed the head of that thing between my pussy lips and it slid inside. I couldn't believe it. I'd never been able to enjoy the feeling of a big dick inside me, and this was bigger than any I'd ever felt before. It was mind blowing. Oh sure, it felt tight, but it fit! So I decided that it must have been designed to shrink in order to fit inside anybody, no matter their size, you know, like squeezing a sponge. Anyway, it felt good inside me, so I thrust it deeper and it really seemed to go farther than I would have thought possible. It was like a magic act really… the way it seemed to disappear inside me… all the way to the base. And weirdest of all… it was like I could feel all fifteen inches of it inside me, even though I know, for a fact, I am not fifteen inches deep!”Kris was surprised to hear all this. “I didn't know it did that. Mary didn't demonstrate it for me. Just loaded them up on the sleigh. Wow. Elf magic, I guess.”I giggled, “When it was all the way inside me, it started playing a Christmas carol. 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'. I laughed out loud! I thought it was the craziest gift ever! I was so curious who'd left it for me so I could thank them! I grabbed it by its big, heavy balls and started fucking myself with it, and soon I felt so good, I forgot all about how weird it was. I was just fucking myself, feeling the vibration of the music deep inside me. I crammed it into myself for minute after wonderful minute, screaming into a pillow to stifle the sound. I had a powerful orgasm. Powerful."I lay back, the cock… your cock, still inside me, and I went into a post orgiastic state. But your cock wasn't finished with me! It started moving inside me, very slightly, just enough to keep my orgasm zinging, like it was a stone skipping across a lake. I don't know how long this lasted but when it was over… I was absolutely spent… and I felt content. My need to chase Santa had lessened. It was still there, but the hungry, insane desperation was gone. I pulled your cock out of me and lay in bed, hugging it to my belly like a pet, and fell asleep, getting the first really good night's sleep I'd had in two years.”I kissed Kris again. “Thank you for the present Santa.”“You're welcome, Virginia.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Kris finds comfort in some sexy elves.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Maybe she'd never really loved me, and the novelty of being Saint Nicholas' wife had worn thin after a century or so. But in any case, whatever love we'd shared had melted away like the mighty glaciers of Greenland. Gone… perhaps never to return.All at once I realized I was free. Free to do whatever I wanted with Snowbell, or the kitchen elf Icicle, or my secretary Blizzard… hell, with any fucking elf at the whole fucking North Pole, and Mary wouldn't mind. Why should she? She was no longer mine, and I was no longer hers.I reached out and pushed a button, closing a curtain over the window into the test room. Then I switched off the sound, cutting off Mary's musical cries of pleasure in mid “Oh”. I didn't want to hear her orgasm right now. I wanted to hear someone else's.I reached over to put my large right hand on Snowbell's miniature belly. She looked up at me and smiled warmly. Then I ran my hand up under her teddy and cupped her naked breast. I pinched her little blue gumdrop nipple and she groaned in her high, wispy voice.“Oh, Santa! That feels good!”She threw her body across my lap, her arms above her head and let me explore her body with my hands as she cooed and hummed. Snowbell's skin wasn't as soft as Mary's, but touching it made my fingers tingle and my cock throb with desire. More elf magic, I suppose. I touched her everywhere: her face, neck, arms and legs, but I saved her pussy for last. When I finally got there, I ran my fingers along the naked lips, then played with her hard little clitoris for a while, which made her laugh and shriek with pleasure.Then I put my big middle finger between her perfect little pussy lips. She gave a little shriek of joy as I buried my finger, knuckle deep, in her tingling vagina. She was deeper than I would have guessed, because my long finger didn't reach the back. When I did this with Mary I could feel the stiff lump of her cervix with my fingertip. But I pushed into Snowbell as far as I could go, meeting no obstructions. The powerful muscles inside Snowbell's vagina constricted around my fingers. I wondered what my cock would feel like inside there…But I laughed at the absurd thought. At fifteen inches, my cock was almost as long as her entire abdomen! And I was four inches thick, but Snowbell's pussy was squeezing my finger tightly as it was. We'd never fit together. But it was an intriguingly naughty thought.I began to finger fuck Snowbell, driving myself into her as if my finger were my cock, letting my knuckle stimulate her clit with each thrust.“Oh, Santa, yes!!!” Whimpered Snowbell. I explored her insides with my finger… it was so smooth in there. None of the little flaps of skin and mysterious shapes that Mary's had. Only smooth skin, with rippling muscles just under the surface, which she seemed to be able to control. Her vagina started to loosen, so I put a second finger in and her pussy seemed to expand to take it. Now I put three fingers in, and spread them wide… fuck! I slipped my entire hand into her, thumb and all! I knew right then that my cock, as big as it was, could definitely fit inside Snowbell. I probably couldn't go very deep inside her, but at least as deep as I ever had with Mary.Snowbell, enjoying the feeling of my whole hand inside her, wrapped her hands around my cock and looked up at me, tears flowing out of her ancient eyes. I saw an aching need in them. She wanted my cock. And not just because Mary told her to make me happy. But because I was Santa fuckin' Claus!I took my hand out of Snowbell and lifted her to kiss her on the mouth. She threw her arms around my neck and her eager lips opened. I felt her lithe elfin tongue penetrate my mouth, and swirl around my tongue and across my teeth, making everything tingle magically. I could tell that her tongue wasn't as long as Tinsel's, which was a bit of a relief. It was so insanely erotic, I felt euphoric. I lifted her higher and took her firm, round breast into my mouth, and tickled her gumdrop nipple with my tongue. A little squirt of nectar came out of the tip, splashing across my tongue. It tasted like peppermint schnapps!!“Snowbell, what was that?”“My milk, Santa. Have some more!” She pressed her other breast into my mouth, and when I tickled the nipple, another jet of peppermint shot across my tongue to the back of my mouth. I was drinking elf milk! It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted, and slightly intoxicating.“Please, Santa, fuck me!” moaned Snowbell.I hesitated, still unsure this was the right thing to do, “Are you sure, Snowbell?”“Please, Santa, please! Let it be my Christmas gift. If you give me your cock, you don't have to give me anything else!” She was so adorable.“Okay Snowbell, but only if you give me your pussy as your present to me.” She nodded and we kissed again, hotly. I held her small head in my hands, my fingers fingering her ears up to the long tapering points. She moaned. Apparently an elf's ears are one of their g-spots. Our tongues danced and tingled with magic, as I guided my cock to her pussy lips.“Okay, Snowbell. Are you ready to trade Christmas presents?”“Yes, Santa.” She said sweetly.All I had to do was thrust upward a little and my big cock slipped into her tight wet tunnel. She shrieked a high-pitched wail of pure joy, then lowered herself slowly down my shaft. She was tight, but not nearly as tight as Mary. I easily entered her. My cock began tingling, and I felt her rippling vaginal muscles pulling me ever deeper, like a constricting snake. I kept expecting to reach her cervix any second, but I kept going deeper and deeper, until it seemed utterly impossible. I could see her entire body expanding, elastically, to accept my girth. My cock was going past where her intestines should be… then past her lungs, then past her heart. Then… almost to the base of her throat. Her face was contorting in joy, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Finally, all the way down, my balls pressed into her labia, and the tip of my cock pressed against the underside of her clavicle. I was completely encased inside her body. Who knew elf pussies were so deep?It felt more amazing than anything I could have ever imagined. Every inch of me surrounded by the rippling undulations of her vaginal muscles. I could also feel her internal organs moving… her lungs breathing against my shaft, and her two hearts beating just under the head of my cock. I lifted her up, feeling every inch of her insides rubbing along my sensitive skin, until only the head of my cock was still inside her. She looked at me with wonder sparkling in her elfin eyes.“Santa!!! I didn't think you'd fit but you do!!” She hugged me tightly, then said, “Oh please, do it again. Harder, faster…” I pulled her down again, hard this time and drove myself again into her tiny, well lubricated body. Her pussy was dripping, almost flooding, with a steady stream of her juices. I felt a river of it pouring down my balls, setting them alive with tingles. I had no idea what Mary was doing in the test room. I didn't care. I was fucking an elf, and loving it!I was close to cumming again, so I started to pull out.But Snowbell could feel my orgasm coming. She said, “No, Santa, anoint my insides! Please, Santa, oh, pretty please.”I stood up, holding Snowbell easily in my hands. I fucked her standing up, holding her little body in the air, something I'd never done with Mary. I fucked Snowbell as hard and as deep and as powerfully as I could, sliding in and out, all fifteen inches with each stroke, her jingle bell ring ting tingling away. I had an orgasm that was almost as powerful than the one on my wedding night. I shot my semen deep inside that little aqua colored elf, load after load, probably two quarts, but she was so deep that hardly any of it spilled out. As I was cumming, so was she, but it was a much more powerful orgasm than she'd had earlier. Little fountains of peppermint schnapps nectar shot out of her nipples into the air. I leaned forward and took one breast in my mouth and sucked a mouthful of her delicious milk and swallowed it, feeling a rush of intoxication flowing to my brain. I couldn't believe how long her orgasm lasted this time. I tried to pull my cock out, but her muscles held me in. They felt like they were milking the last cum out of me, with rippling inward contractions that were so fucking wonderful, that I started cumming again without warning.“Snowbell!” I shouted hoarsely, pumping my love potion into her pussy with an intensity that would have killed a mortal man. When our orgasms had abated, I flopped weakly down on the couch, leaving my cock inside her, with her straddling and hugging me. I lovingly undid her braids, spreading her soft white hair out on her back. She cooed against me in pleasure the whole time. My cock, though softer, was still deep inside her, being slowly stimulated by the undulations of her vaginal muscles. Her hearts were beating fast against the tip of my cock, but she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. She just hummed “Jingle Bells” contentedly against my belly.After I'd undone all her hair, I said, “I like your hair down, Snowbell.”She smiled, “Okay Santa. I'll wear it this way from now on, forever!”My cock grew hard within a few minutes time. I put my hands under Snowbell's ass and started lifting her up and down. Now my cum began to spill out of her, forming a pool under my balls, soaking the couch. I was hard. So hard. And I could feel every square inch of me inside her. I could fuck her all day.So I did.Needless to say, I didn't make any of my meetings that day. I can only presume that Mary finished her ‘test' long before Snowbell and I were done. I fucked that little elf again and again, her long white hair flying all around her beautiful blue head, until my cock was sore. I drank so much of her milk, that eventually I fell asleep, drunk off my ass.When I awoke it was late the following afternoon, feeling somewhat hung over from the elf milk. Snowbell was nowhere to be seen, but my cum had been cleaned carefully off everything, although there were several large stains of it on the couch and my pants. I put clothes on, wracked with shame. I quickly left Mary's wing of the factory, headed toward my office.When I entered primary toy assembly room #1, I couldn't believe my eyes. Mary had instituted the new dress code overnight, and now the elves were dressed in lovely blue and white clothing, most of it quite skimpy and revealing, although none of the outfits as skimpy as what Snowbell had worn the previous night. There were a handful of holdouts stubbornly wearing their old red and blue lederhosen. Every group has a few curmudgeons, but they were in the minority.It was an amazing, horrifying sight. Now every female elf I saw was radiantly feminine, and every male was oozing virility. The females were all batting their eyelashes at me alluringly and the males were nodding at me knowingly. It was obvious that Snowbell had told them how I'd 'anointed' her insides. Every female elf, including the curmudgeons, appeared to be working up the courage to ask me to anoint them too. I'd never felt so uncomfortable in the toy factory in my life!I scuttled up to my office to think about what to say when I saw Mary. This had to stop! We had to go back to the old uniforms! This was obscene! You can't make toys this way! Half an hour after I sat down at my desk, my secretary Blizzard sauntered in, dressed in a miniature version of a human secretary outfit, tight white shirt, dark blue skirt, high heels, and glasses perched on her nose. A pencil was stuck comically through her braided hair.“Oh…. Shit.” I mumbled. I knew instantly why she was dressed this way.Back in the seventies I'd started an experimental intern program for college kids to come work with us at the North Pole during their summer break. The idea was that these humans would go back to the real world and spread a little belief. But one of the students, Holly, was assigned to work in my office as Blizzard's assistant. She was as sexy as hell. One night after everyone had gone home, she propositioned me. She even went so far as to hop up on my desk and open her legs, showing me her panties, which had a little red bow on the crotch. I came very close to accepting her gift. The next morning I canceled the whole program in spite of Mary's objections. She didn't know how close I'd come to fucking Holly on my desk! Ever since then I'd been fantasizing about what would have happened if I'd accepted. And now that fantasy was standing in front of me, four foot three and as sexy as hell.I'd never seen Blizzard's figure this well before. Whereas Snowbell was thin and willowy, Blizzard was curvy and buxom, like a miniature Marilyn Monroe. Blizzard's skin was snowy white, except for her lips, which were cobalt blue. Her eyelashes were almost an inch long. She batted them at me and winked. My cock got so hard so fast it bonked against the underside of my desk.Blizzard sauntered right up to me and spoke in a breathless voice that immediately reminded me of Holly, “Mr. Kringle, can I ask you a favor?”“Yes, what is it Blizzard?”“You didn't get me anything for secretary's day this year.” She pouted dramatically.“Oh? I didn't know we observed that holiday. But I didn't mean to offend you.”“You could certainly make it up to me.”“How?”“Well… You could anoint me, for one thing,” she said, giggling just like Holly did.Gulp. I hadn't realized how fast temptation would rear its ugly head. I needed to nip this thing in the bud, and I needed to do it soon! But… Blizzard was so fucking hot! Not just because she looked like Holly… but because she looked like Blizzard, one of the sexiest creatures I'd ever laid eyes on. I needed to stop this madness before it got out of control!“Uh… not now, Blizzard. I just woke up.”She looked at me quizzically, and dropped the Holly accent for a minute, and spoke in her own precise and punctilious voice. “Mr. Kringle, I've been your secretary for over eighty years. I know what you want before you do. And you want to anoint me. Don't deny it.”“No I don't, Blizzard. Just… leave me!” I shouted, trying to scare her off. She didn't bat an eyelash, but just smiled, and stepped up to me, and rolled my chair back from the desk. I couldn't cover my erection. It was just too huge.“Well, well, well, Mr. Kringle, what have we here?” With one deft move, she pulled my waistband down, exposing my huge cock. “Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, yes, yes.”Before I could answer or protest, she bent over, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I wanted to push her off me… but I couldn't. Once again, I felt the tingling magic of elfin juices. She slobbered all over me as she worked my shaft deep into her flexible throat. Her hands stroked my shaft powerfully, and her long prehensile tongue slipped out around the edge of her lips, wrapping around my pole like a slithering snake all the way down to my balls. It was creepy… but insanely erotic at the same time.I couldn't believe this little, efficient, motherly elf who I'd dictated millions of letters to for eighty years, was now sucking my cock. It was naughty, naughty, naughty!“I told you Blizzard, I'm busy! Go away!” I bellowed at her, hoping deep inside that she wouldn't obey me.She stood up, and for a second I thought she was going to leave. But instead, she hopped up on my desk and opened her legs wide, just as Holly had done. And just as with Holly, she was wearing a little pair of panties with a red bow on the crotch.I stood up and shouted. “Get out of my office, Blizzard, or I'll fire you!”Then once again, mimicking Holly's voice, she said, “Aren't you going to open your present, Mr. Kringle?”My hands were ripping her panties open, before I even knew it.“I told you to get out of my office! Why don't you obey me?” I shouted, but I kept opening my present, ripping her skirt apart, and then shredding her shirt, then her bra without bothering to unhook it. Her pearl necklace burst open, sending pearls scattering among the shreds of clothing I was flinging everywhere. Now she was mostly naked, except for some tattered remains, and oh, baby Jesus, she was a beautiful sight! She was shapely and buxom, and her body was snow white from head to toe, even the irises of her eyes. Her breasts were a lot bigger and less firm than Snowbell's, and as soon as I ripped off her bra, I had my hands on them, pinching her clear, hard, ice colored nipples. She groaned in pleasure… that's as far as I'd gone with Holly.I took my hands out of her, and slammed my hands down on either side of the desk, and shouted in her face, “I said, go!”She crossed her legs slowly, and picked up a pad of paper from my desk. Then slowly took the pencil out of her hair and said, in Holly's voice, “Would you like me to take a letter for you, Mr. Kringle?”“No! No!” Go away, Holly!“And who shall I address it to?” she said, playfully putting the pencil to the paper.I roared, “Get out right now!”She wrote that down, "Was that, 'Get out right now', or 'Get out brown cow'?” she said in a chirpy cheerful voice, as she slowly crossed her legs, hiding her beautiful white pussy from me.“Fuck!” I screamed. I flipped her over on her chest, and put the large head of my cock right up against her wet pussy. I paused, trying to force myself to back off. Oh god, this is exactly what I'd wanted to do to Holly.She still had the pad of paper in her hands. She wrote down, 'fuck' in large letters and asked, “Would that be one exclamation point, Mr. Kringle, or two?”She let out a long, surprised, orgasmic shriek as I thrust into her all fifteen inches of angry Santa. When my balls finally slapped against her labia, she moaned in her own voice, “Oh, Mr. Kringle! I can feel you in my throat!!”I started fucking her, hard, my hand on her back, pushing her down on the desk. She was helpless.“You should have escaped while you could, Holly! Now I'm gonna fuck you senseless!” I was pounding her so hard, so powerfully, I knew Holly couldn't have taken it. I'd have caused her severe internal injuries! But Blizzard could take what I had to give her, because she was an elf!I spread her glittery white buttocks with my hands to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I could actually see the flexible bones in her pelvis stretching open to accept me. Then I noticed her little asshole… it started to open and close, as if inviting me to touch it. I ran my thumb down to touch the rim of it, something I'd never done with Mary.Blizzard groaned, “Ooh!” and the little hole opened a little, as if beckoning me inside.Although I'd never done such a thing before, I stuck my thumb in her asshole, and she screeched in pleasure. Copious quantities juice began shooting out of her pussy around my cock, bathing my balls. I also saw a pool of liquid spreading out from her breasts. I smelled the peppermint schnapps odor of elf milk. Blizzard began moaning in her high-pitched voice, having orgasm after orgasm.Suddenly I felt hands on my thighs, I turned in surprise to see the three female elves who were tasked to keep my 'Nice or Naughty' list up-to-date. They were in various stages of undress, and were feeling me up, running their hands all over my buttocks and between my legs to tickle my balls as I fucked Blizzard. I looked down at their beautiful bodies. Each one of them was so different, yet so adorable… Teacup was thin and elegant, with vivid blue-green skin and long pointy ears, Cookie dough was very short and very plump, with pale blue skin with lots of little brown freckles that almost looked like chocolate chips, and Indigo was a muscular female with an enormous, shapely ass and skin so dark blue that it was almost black. They all looked up at me with wonder in their elfin eyes. Teacup was standing on my chair, so I reached down and slipped my free hand between her legs. Soon she was giggling happily as I rubbed my fingers all over and into her blue-green pussy.Five more elves came running into the office, whooping like crazy, peeling their clothes off. I looked around and realized that now everyone on my personal staff were in the room, and before I could wrap my mind around it, the office orgy began. One of the males, a muscular looking green elf named Dairy bell, pushed little Pinecone to her knees and began fucking her up the ass, without so much as a how-de-do. His cock grew and grew, so that it was enormous. Not as big as mine, but a lot bigger than I would have guessed and elf cock to be. Sugar Plum, a very shy male elf who often made me hot cocoa, hopped up on my desk and began thrusting his growing cock into Blizzard's mouth. He smiled at me sweetly, hardly able to make eye contact with me, yet here he was, in spite of his shyness, cramming his engorged blue cock into my secretary's mouth! His penis grew quite long, almost twelve inches, although it was only about an inch and a half thick. He was shoving in all the way down her eager throat, and into her esophagus, and she was having no trouble at all breathing around it. Suddenly I could feel his cock and my cock brushing past each other on her insides, separated only by the fleshy membranes of her internal organs.Instead of being shocked by my first sexual interaction with a male elf, I pondered what kind of anatomy allowed this sort of thing to happen? I wondered if I could stick my cock as far up Blizzard's ass as it was now up her vagina. I looked over at Pinecone. She seemed to be handling about half of Dairybell's big cock, so without asking, I repositioned my cock over Blizzard's anus, my mind exploding with the sudden need to take this final plunge into complete depravity. My cock was well lubricated with her vaginal juices, but she was so tight, I felt like she was going to crush my cock as I pushed myself inside. She didn't do anything but moan louder, so I assumed she was enjoying this. The deeper I pushed myself, the tighter she got. When I was halfway in, I met an obstruction, and now I knew how deep an elf's ass is. Then I pulled out again, and pushed my way in. She was no longer as tight as before, so I began pounding her with greater speed.Then Sugar Plum pulled his cock out of Blizzard's mouth, and now she could vocalize her pleasure again. “Oh Mr. Kringle! Your cock feel so good up my ass! Harder! Harder!”Sugar Plum started wriggling his legs under her body. I didn't know what he was doing at first, but soon his legs came out under her legs, right under my balls. Within a second or two he stuck his cock in her pussy, as I was sodomizing her. Her flexible pelvis expanded to take us both at the same time. My balls were slapping against his balls, as we double penetrated Blizzard. It was the most filthy thing ever, and I loved it, god help me, I loved it! Blizzard was moaning loudly in pleasure, and started to cum. She arched up on her arms, shooting her milk right into Sugar Plum's eager mouth. I cupped my hand under the other breast, and brought a handful up to my mouth drinking it down greedily.Then, as if that weren't enough craziness to process, I felt Cookie dough put her hands around my thighs and bury her face between my butt cheeks. Then, much to my horror, I could feel Cookie dough's long tongue working its way into my anus! I tried to reach around to stop her, but then my anus began to tingle with the elf magic, and a warmth spread through my backsides. My pleasure jumped to a higher level than I'd ever experienced before!I felt myself cumming, but Blizzard, sensing I was about to come, clamped her powerful anus tight, trapping my cock inside her, and squeezing off my orgasm, so it had nowhere to go. The insane intensity in my abdomen and nut sack doubled. Now Cookie dough's tongue was going deeper and deeper inside me, so invasive, yet a warmth was spreading through my pelvis that rocked me to the core.I couldn't wrap my mind around this. It seemed like I was in the middle of some kind of nightmare wet dream. Yesterday all these elves had been my most dependable, personal employees, now we were having an orgy of epic debauchery in my office! I looked around in amazement. Fluffball was going down on Pinecone, while Gingerbread fucked her from behind. Pinecone and Dairy Bell had switched positions, and now Dairy Bell was working her long tongue up his asshole as he masturbated himself. Over on my workbench, Dingaling was holding a nutcracker in each hand, thrusting them in and out of Patches' and Thimbletop's pussies. Sugar Plum and I were double-teaming Blizzard, and Indigo jumped up on the desk and pressed her pussy to Blizzard's mouth and long elfin tongue. And as Cookie Dough ate out my ass, my fingers brought Teacup into a shrieking orgasm, and I felt her milk oozing out of her breasts against my arm.A thought flickered through my head that I was cheating… but not on Mary. On Snowbell. But somehow I knew that Snowbell wouldn't care, not because she didn't love me, but because she did!I looked around at these ancient creatures, and felt blessed to be participating in this amazing, world shattering event. But although it was important, it was also unimportant at the same time. This was nothing weird or unusual to the elves. They were just enjoying each other, laughing and fucking, without reservation, as they'd done from the dawn of time, without worrying about right or wrong, male or female, nice or naughty. They all looked at me from time to time, smiling radiantly. They were having an orgy with Santa Claus! It was one of the best days ever!It felt so right! So true! So pure! Sin seemed a silly concept to me now, compared to this pure and open expression of sharing and lust and love. I felt an orgasm building again. But instead of clamping me off as she'd done before, Blizzard scrambled off me and Sugar Plum and jumped to the floor shouting, “Anoint us, Mr. Kringle!”She got between my legs and began to jerk my cock powerfully with her hands, and shouted, “Anoint us all!” All the elves in the room stopped what they were doing and ran to be in front of me and looked up in rapture, just as my sperm shot up my shaft. As I came, Blizzard aimed me around the room like a fire-hose, so my cum spattered all over the elves. They were laughing and rolling around on their backs as if they were playing in the snow. I shot blast after blast, as she pulled it out of me with her powerful, ancient hands. I couldn't believe how much cum I was creating, it was almost miraculous. I'd done this before inside Mary and Snowbell's pussies, but I'd never actually seen it shooting into the air in such quantities before. After each shot the elves would shout, “Hooray!” I came, as far as I could estimate, twice as much, and twice as long, as I had on my wedding day!Blizzard saved the last shot of cum for herself, aiming it right into her face and open mouth. She swallowed it down and said, “Snowbell is right! It tastes just like eggnog!” Then all elves started licking my cum off each other, and giggling at the yummy flavor. I collapsed back into my chair, as if I'd just completed a marathon run from the South Pole. I watched and laughed as the elves began to play with my come, throwing it at each other as if they were having a snowball fight.Then Sugar Plum jumped up on the desk and began jerking his engorged cock and shot a spray of his own watery blue cum all over everyone, including me. I didn't know how to process that. I definitely wasn't sexually attracted to male elves. But… a bit of his cum trickled into my mouth and it tasted of cranberries. I licked my lips, not wanting to insult him by wiping his cum off my face. After all, he'd anointed me.I watched the elves play for the longest time, my heart full of love for them all. They started fucking again and having orgasms and anointing each other. All the female elves, at one point or another, hopped up into my lap and pressed their breasts to my mouth so I could take a deep drink of their intoxicatingly delicious milk. I didn't get another erection, I was just too spent. I was also dazed and drunk. At some point, Cookiedough sat in my lap, and I masturbated her fat little pussy with my fingers until she was writhing in pleasure. I leaned over her and drunkenly took both her large bouncy breasts into my mouth and chugged her nectar as she came.That's the last thing I remember.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Henry reacts to the word about Kirk Cousins getting benched by the Falcons, we discuss the merits of a Kringle, and we have Word on The Street.

In the second hour, we welcome Civic Media's Genie and bringer of all great things, Wisconsin, Teri Barr. We talk cheese curds, Kringle's, lots of pies and a young singer/songwriter named Paige Kleber. You can always get to know more about this state by going to the Civic Media website and reading her stories. Then we welcome Katie Jenson, who is the Director of Marketing and Philanthropy for Humanity Animal Welfare Society (HAWS) and she is talking about their adoption event. And to round out the show, we bring you another This Shouldn't Be A Thing - Parenting Tips Edition As always, thank you for listening, texting and calling, we couldn't do this without you! Don't forget to download the free Civic Media app and take us wherever you are in the world! Matenaer On Air is a part of the Civic Media radio network and airs Monday through Friday from 10 am - noon across the state. Subscribe to the podcast to be sure not to miss out on a single episode! You can also rate us on your podcast distribution center of choice, they go a long way! To learn more about the show and all of the programming across the Civic Media network, head over to https://civicmedia.us/shows to see the entire broadcast line up. Follow the show on Facebook, X and YouTube to keep up with Jane and the show! Guest: Teri Barr

Choice Classic Radio presents Yours Truly Johnny Dollar, which aired from 1949 to 1962. Today we bring to you the episode titled "The Carmen Kringle Matter.”  Please consider supporting our show by becoming a patron at http://choiceclassicradio.com We hope you enjoy the show!

Join Johnny Mac as he shares five delightful Christmas stories that are sure to put you in a festive mood. From the return of 90s Christmas decor to a dry Christmas trend among Gen Z, there's something for everyone. Discover Mark's impressive collection and the festive fun at the 12 Bars of Christmas, followed by Leslie Gray's unique collection of nutcrackers modeled after black celebrities. Lastly, find out all about the traditional Racine Kringle pastry that has become a holiday favorite. Tune in for heartwarming tales and holiday cheer! 00:15 90s Christmas Decor Makes a Comeback01:10 Dry Christmas Trend Among Gen Z01:31 The 12 Bars of Christmas Event03:40 Collecting Celebrity Nutcrackers04:40 Exploring the Delicious Kringle PastryUnlock an ad-free podcast experience with Caloroga Shark Media! Get all our shows on any player you love, hassle free! For Apple users, hit the banner on your Apple podcasts app. For Spotify or other players, visit caloroga.com/plus. No plug-ins needed! 

CHECK OUT LIVING KRINGLE from Hey Girl Hey ProductionsWhat happens when creativity meets procrastination head-on? Join us as we share our personal struggles with content creation and the constant tug-of-war between inspiration and deadlines. We'll reveal the humor in swapping our creative roadblocks and discuss how motivation sometimes boils down to simply hitting that post button. With TikTok's future in question, we explore how community and self-reflection can become our secret weapons for overcoming procrastination and achieving our creative goals. Hear the deeply moving account of visiting sites tied to the Atlantic slave trade, where history books fall short of capturing the true depth of tragedy. Walking through castles and dungeons, and standing at the poignant "last bath" site, offers a perspective that is both heart-wrenching and enlightening. Drawing parallels to visits to places like the National Museum of African American History, we reflect on the significance of sharing these experiences with friends and recognize the weight of the stories these spaces hold. As we edge closer to Kwanzaa, there's an opportunity to honor these histories while looking forward to future celebrations.Celebrate with us as we mark Blair's milestone in her first filmed project, a creative homage to "Living Single." We can't help but express our pride in Blair's multifaceted talents as an actor, writer, and director, all of which shine brightly in this production. Her dedication and passion reignite a creative spark, proving the power of planning, teamwork, and following one's dreams. Amidst some light-hearted gaming anecdotes and TikTok distractions, we also highlight the importance of support and engagement—especially when it comes to Blair's latest accomplishment. Listen in for a mix of laughter, introspection, and a hearty dose of inspiration.Follow US IG: https://www.instagram.com/highlymelanatedpodcast Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/H_MelanatedPod YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb2VbyoW6KaMxQo5onYluXAIF YOU WANT TO BE A GUEST OR KNOW SOMEONE WHO WOULD BE A GREAT CHOICE, HIT US UP!!!FEEL FREE TO EMAIL US @highlymelanatedpodcast@gmail.com

Come compete for Christmas with The Girls! This week Vanessa is presenting “How My Neighbor Stole Christmas” by Meghan Quinn! When Storee Taylor comes back to Kringletown (not Whoville, but not not Whoville) to visit her Aunt Cindy (not Cindy Lou Hou, but not not Cindy Lou Hou) she is reunited with former friend Cole Black. It's Aunt Cindy's dying wish to win the town's Kringle competition, but it's Cole's wish to steal the glory from Storee! This cutesy friends-to-long distance enemies-to-neighbors-to-competitors-to-lovers holiday book will have you kicking your little feet, questioning if your pH could handle it, and wondering what a Kringle is! We'll never know, and maybe we don't want to find out!New Episodes out every Tuesday! Join our Patreon to receive early (and bonus!) episodes and more! Patreon.com/ClutchMyPearlsPod Watch the video version of this podcast on our YouTube channel! Follow @ClutchMyPearlsPod on TikTok, Twitter, Instagram and GoodReads! We have MERCH! Check out our #linkinbio to go to our store!Do you have a smut recommendation for the girls? Send an email to: ClutchMyPearlsPod@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Very sad to hear about Willy Adames moving on to San Francisco NOW AT NOON: -Chemicals in everyday products are now banned -End of an era(s): Taylor Swift's Eras tour ended recently in Vancouver; the highest grossing tour of all time. -Reservations for visiting the Notre Dame Cathedral are sold out despite it being free; it's the first time it has been open since the fire. Greg Matzek and Jessica Tighe are joined in-studio by MMAC President Emeritus Tim Sheehy to talk about Eli Lilly's major investment project in Kenosha, Moxy Hotel coming to downtown Milwaukee, the Marquette Wisconsin game from over the weekend and more. Greg Matzek and Jessica Tighe are next joined in by another president emeritus, one of O&H Danish Bakery, Eric Olesen to talk about the “White Christmas” line of Kringle, Kringle competition and more. A new development in the United Healthcare CEO murder: a person of interest has been found and taken into custody in Altoona, Pennsylvania and we have a name. Pantone's Color of the Year is Mocha Mousse; Greg and Jessica discuss.

Greg Matzek and Jessica Tighe are next joined in by another president emeritus, one of O&H Danish Bakery, Eric Olesen to talk about the “White Christmas” line of Kringle, Kringle competition and more. 

The gang is off to Victorian London 

A rag tag group of strangers in a bar on Christmas Eve are recruited to save Jolly Old St Nick!

Ozark Mountain Christmas with Byron Tyler and co-host Pam Yancey, President of ExploreBranson.com continues with this Third Show in the Series. Guests include, from Big Cedar Lodge with Madison Horner. Madison offers details Big Cedar's Home for the Holidays with activities like ice skating, holiday tram tours, and over 4 million holiday lights on display. Next up is Carol Knudsen with Beyond the Lens to take us to the North Pole aboard FlyRide's Polar Express, Pam Critchfield with Kringle's Christmas Shop. Kringle's Christmas Shop is located in the Grand Village, where it's Christmas all year! Next is Kortney Neil with Sight-Sound Theatre, where the Bible comes to life! Kortney shares about Miracle of Christmas, live on stage. These shows were produced in the Bott Radio Network studios in Branson, Missouri. Learn more about making plans to spend Christmas in Branson at www.explorebranson.com

Your favorite candle podcast is back after a long hiatus!  This week, Selena chats with singer/songwriter Zach Day who is in his candle era and eager to share it with you! Zach shares his candle journey, from the hollers of Appalachia to the stages of Hollywood on THE VOICE! Plus, Zach shares a HUGE update about his newest collab. ENJOY then subscribe, rate, and review! (music: bensound.com)

85 Days until Christmas. This year, the Christmas Podcast Network has a charity Christmas Ornament sale! Please go to https://closertochristmas.com and click the link to purchase your ornament for charity today!  If you would like to pick up the Closer to Christmas Coloring Book that I released, for yourself, or as a gift for someone, you can do so, by clicking here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://a.co/d/7n5QjOr⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ You can follow me here: @closertoxmas You can also email me, I would love to hear your feedback. Email me at closertochristmaspodcast@gmail.com Please rate and review the podcast wherever you are listening, it helps spread the word, and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. To check out any visual component to this epidode, check out my Youtube page: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@closertochristmas⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ And finally, and HUGE thank you to my brother, Kevin, for allowing me to use his music throughout my show. If you like what you hear, you can pick up his album on Itunes, which can be found here: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠A solstice night on Apple music or A Solstice Night on Amazon⁠

  Thank you for tuning in to Episode 283 of the Down Cellar Studio Podcast. Full show notes with photos can be found on my website.   This week's segments included:   Off the Needles, Hook or Bobbins On the Needles, Hook or Bobbins Brainstorming From the Armchair Knitting in Passing KAL News Events Contest, News & Notes Life in Focus On a Happy Note Quote of the Week   Thank you to this episode's sponsors: Stitchin with Yarn, winemakerssister, Yumi Yarns & Fibernymph Dye Works   Off the Needles, Hook or Bobbins LFA Helical Socks Yarn: Legacy Fiber Artz Steel Toes in the Portal Colorway & a Mystery Colorway (both 50g skeins: 75% SW Merino, 25% Nylon). Knit Picks Felici in the Beatnik Colorway Pattern: OMG Heel Socks by Megan Williams ($5 knitting pattern available on Ravelry) Needles: US 1.5 (2.5 mm) Ravelry Project Page Cast on in June 2023. Finished September 5. Forgot to share in the last episode.   Frozen Shake Cozy Pattern: Ball Band with a Twist by Jennifer Lassonde. $2 crochet pattern available on Ravelry | LoveCrafts Yarn: worsted crochet cotton Hooks: F (3.75mm) & G (4.0mm) Ravelry Project Page Yarn- mystery blue cotton on a cone that was from Aunt Rachel's stash. Made for mom during September hospital stay when the dietitians started making frozen shakes to get nutrients into her.   Ribbed Bobble Pumpkin Pattern: Ribbed Bobble Pumpkin by Breann Mauldin. $3 crochet pattern available on Ravelry. Free version available here. Yarn: KnitKraft Wintuk Yarn in the Tangerine Colorway Hook: F (3.75 mm) Ravelry Project Page Yarn gifted to me by my friend Heather. We became friends through the dancing school we went to. Her mother was the stage manager and my mom was the house manager for our recitals. We've all know each other since I was 12. Heather's mother Rita passed away a few years ago. When Heather heard my mom was in the hospital she dropped off a care package at the dancing school- chemo caps for Mom and yarn from her mom's stash for me!   Rita's pumpkins Pattern: Pumpkin by June Gilbank. Free crochet pattern available on Ravelry. Free version available here. Yarn: KnitKraft Wintuk Yarn in the Tangerine Colorway Hook: F (3.75 mm) Ravelry Project Page 5 finished Yarn is definitely 1970s/1980s squeeky acrylic, so not my favorite to work with, but it feels great to put it to good use and to bring a bit of life to Rita's old stash.   Farmhouse Pumpkin Pattern: Farmhouse Pumpkins by More Dreams Less Life. $4.25 crochet pattern available on Ravelry. Yarn: KnitKraft Wintuk Yarn in the Tangerine Colorway Hook: F (3.75 mm) Ravelry Project Page Worked in the round. Does use FP & BP HDC which I learned in my crochet cables class at Staci's! Love the look of this. Worked up in an evening of TV.   Pumpkin Patch Cup Cozy Pattern: Pumpkin Patch Cup Cozy by Kylee Keller. Free crochet pattern available on Ravelry & this blog. Yarn: KnitKraft Wintuk Yarn in the Tangerine Colorway, Knit Picks Brava Worsed in the Dublin colorway (green) & mystery brown acrylic yarn from stash. Hook: F (3.75 mm) Ravelry Project Page The pattern calls for thicker yarn and a larger hook than I had. It also calls for what's essentially a 1x1 ribbed look, but I liked the look of the ribbing from the front/back post crochets on the Farmhouse Pumpkins, so I used that pattern instead. I used the stitch count from my Ball Band with a Twist pattern (available on Ravelry | LoveCrafts).   On the Needles, Hook or Bobbins Farmhouse Pumpkin Pattern: Farmhouse Pumpkins by More Dreams Less Life. $4.25 crochet pattern available on Ravelry. Yarn: KnitKraft Wintuk Yarn in the Rust Colorway Hook: F (3.75 mm) Ravelry Project Page I initially grabbed the yarn from Heather and threw some in my bag for the hospital and rest (still in its plastic Thom McCann shoe store bag lol into my craft room). I though the other skein of Wintuk was red- but when I went down there again, I realized it was rust! and the pumpkin madness continued! Cast on Saturday 9/28 watching Season 2 of the OA with Dan on Netflix.   Static Musselburgh Pattern: Musselburgh Hat by Ysolda Teague (7 GBP Knitting Pattern available on Ravelry & Ysolda's website) Yarn: Knit Picks Static Fingering Weight Yarn in the Peppercorn colorway Needles: US 2 (2.75 mm) & US 2.5 (3.0 mm) Ravelry Project Page Note- the pattern just got some updates About the yarn: blues, grays, cream and a bit of a salmony orange. Self patterning yarn. Progress: 15 inches. I will plan to add one more inch and then work the decreases.   Let the Mystery Unravel 2023 Blanket of Calm Pattern: Blanket of Calm by Casapinka (free crochet pattern) Yarn: Woolen Women Fibers- Let the Mystery Unravel subscription + Cascade Heritage Sock yarn in the Forged Iron Colorway Hook: 3.25 mm (D) Ravelry Project Page You can find my Let the Mystery Unravel Unboxing Video on YouTube in this Playlist This subscription is not available to new subscribers but there's a new one coming in the Fall. Blanket Pre-Orders for the Murder She Knit club are available now! Please consider using my Affiliate Link. Progress: I finished 9 my July squares & seamed them. I started my August squares and have 1 package waiting for me to open- the last batch.   Stranger Things 2 Socks Yarn: Desert Vista Dyeworks Viso base (75% SW Merino/25% Nylon) in the Stranger Things 2 Self Striping Colorway Pattern: OMG Heel Socks by Megan Williams ($5 knitting pattern available on Ravelry) Needles: US 1.5 (2.5 mm) Ravelry Project Page Cast on the morning of Thursday 9/5 for the Pigskin Party. I didn't get to join in the round until that night, but now its well underway. About the colorway- stripes of: orange, hot pink, purple, navy blue, medium blue and red. Progress- My first Pigskin Cast on using Snack Shack Sponsor yarn. I'm almost to heel of the first sock.   Rest Relax Recharge Socks Yarn: Hypnotic Yarn: Plush Sock in the Rest Relax Recharge Colorway (from the March 2023 Yarnable Box) Pattern: OMG Heel Socks by Megan Williams ($5 knitting pattern available on Ravelry) Needles: US 1.5 (2.5 mm) Ravelry Project Page Cast on both cuffs so I can try to work these up quickly. They'll match some of Mom's go-to pjs. Cute acrylic Pigskin markers from Twin Mountain Handcrafts on them. Thanks ladies for sending them to me. I love them.   Brainstorming Making the pumpkins has me itching to make toys. It would be great to make some for the little kiddos for Christmas. I need to start the Christmas stocking for my cousin Colleen's little boy Owen so I have that ready for Thanksgiving. The pumpkins also have me longing to crochet some hats.   From the Armchair Finlay Donovan is Killing It by Elle Cosimano. Bookshop Affiliate Link. Amazon Affiliate Link. Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead by Elle Cosimano. Bookshop Affiliate Link. Amazon Affiliate Link.   Note: Some links are listed as Amazon Affiliate Links. If you click those, please know that I am an Amazon Associate and I earn money from qualifying purchases.   Knitting in Passing Talked to several nurses and other staff about my knitting and crochet while in with Mom. One PCA learned to knit before but said she never really full understood it. I told her I'd be happy to meet her for coffee and a lesson anytime. The staff all oooh and ahhh over Mom's handknit socks. One morning when Mom was really out of it from anesthesia the day before, I was putting on her handknit socks and I had them totally crooked, heel on the side, and she was busting my chops. I told her "hey, I said I was good at knitting them, not putting them on!" and she insisted on taking a photo for me to share! Little glimpses of her coming back to her real self were great- even if it was going to be a bit more time before she was back to normal. I recently saw a notice in my town's Facebook page that the senior center is looking for yarn they can use to make things to sell at holiday's craft fairs. PSA: even if your community hasn't reached out- see if they need yarn so you can clear out anything you don't need and know it will go to good use.   KAL News Pigskin Party '24 #DCSPigskinParty24 Event Dates: Thursday September 5, 2024- Monday February 10, 2025 Find everything you need in the Start Here Thread in the Ravelry Group Official Rules Registration Form  (you must be Registered to be eligible for prizes) Enter your projects using the Point Tally Form Find the full list of Sponsors in this Google Doc. Coupon Codes are listed in this Ravelry Thread Exclusive Items from our Pro Shop Sponsors are listed in this Ravelry Thread Questions-  ask them in this Ravelry Thread or email Jen at downcellarstudio @ gmail.com Tailgate Talk Challenge- Click here for Ravelry Link Great way to get to know your team. There will be daily prompts from 9/5 through 9/16. Answer them in your Team thread in the Ravelry Group. If you answer them all, no more than 2 per day, you'll get 150 points (as long as you enter them on the Points Tally form by 10/1).  Our Official Sponsor for Q1 (October) is The Little Wolf Knits. This means you've got a challenge that can earn you more points and entry towards a cool prize. Check out the challenge details in this Ravelry post Commentator Mary Klute's report- One of the best things about the pigskin party is the community!  It is so much fun to get to know other players and the annual Tailgate Talk is a great way to do that. It looks like this year's Tailgate Talk was a great success--at the time of this report nearly 200 players had submitted for their Tailgate Talk points! But players aren't just chatting--they are also finishing projects!  So far there are 307 finished projects on the scoreboard, including 10 blitzes!  And it looks like players are really using sponsor products to rack up some extra points.  So far, finished projects have earned over 50 points on average by using sponsor products!  Symama09 is a great example of how to really maximize those sponsor points.  She earned 280 sponsor points on her recently finished gnome by using 2 proshop exclusive products, three proshop non-exclusive products, and two products from snack shack sponsors!  Her gnome is super cute too- check out the Ravelry Project Page here! Finally, don't forget to spread the word about the PSP!  You can join 14 players who have been earning points by drafting players! Tune in to hear if you're a September Participation Prize winner. I will be in touch with all winners via email.   Events Vermont Sheep & Wool: October 5 & 6, 2024 in Tunnebridge, VT Lambtown, Dixon, CA - Oct 5-6, 2024 NY Sheep & Wool Festival (aka Rhinebeck): October 19 & 20, 2024 in Rhinebeck, NY Maryland Alpaca and Fleece Festival: November 9-10, 2024 in West Friendship, Maryland For more West Coast (US) event- check out the Seattle Knitters Guild Site.   Know of an event I should spread the word about? Let me know!   Contest, News & Notes   My friend Linda is looking for donations of warm handknit/crocheted items for adult and youth homeless in Massachusetts. They set up tables on Thanksgiving and put all of the handmade items on the fence outside the First Church in Woburn, MA. Calling for all makers who want to donate. PM me on Ravelry or email me at downcellarstudio at gmail.com and I'll give you the address to send them to. Any fiber type welcome. Hats, scarves, mitts, shawls, blankets. Anything warm is welcome!   Life in Focus Update on Mom: Diane is still in the hospital after being admitted on 9/12. Attempts at the bedside to put filler into her right vocal cord to bring back her voice didn't work, so they brought her down to the OR and did the procedure there. She has so much more volume now! She doesn't notice a huge difference but we all do. We thought about 2 weeks in that she'd be going home, bags were all packed and they decided to do a last minute CT which showed spots in her lungs. We were told it wasn't cancer but it took until Thursday to do a Bronchoscopy to reveal the cause of that issue- 2 different bacterial infections. Of course at first we were told it was just 1 and she could go home on oral antibiotics. 10 minutes later the other was found and now she has to stay for at least a few days of IV antibiotics.   How to make it fun in the hospital Get to know your caregivers; find out what you have in common. It makes it more interesting if you can actually have a bond with the people you're interacting with on a regular basis. Get some new pajamas- especially if that's all you get to wear. If your family can stay over with you- get matching PJs. It's a little thing but it can make it feel a bit more special. Find ways to make the little things into bigger things. Our first matching PJ night, we wore flamingo pajamas. In advance of that, I purchased flamingo decorations at the party store and bought light up necklaces, straws & ice cubes to turn the evening into a party. The next night, we planned to have an ice cream sundae party. The unit always has ice cream on hand. Mom ordered a peach puree from the daily menu and I saved M&Ms that my cousin Jenny brought and we had an ice cream party. As it turns out, I spotted fireworks out the windows of the elevator lobby that night and was able to bring Mom over to see. Made what could have been an average night - or a depressign one because we thought she'd be home, more entertaining. Have folks send in mail and bring it to the patient! Chellescraps- Michelle, sent a bouquet of paper flowers (I believe they're from freshcutpaper)- my brother's family also got her one early on in her stay (these are great because, you may not know this but some patients cannot have fresh cut flowers- burn patients, some immunocompromised patients etc); Sewrunknit, Suzanne, sent a funny card, ElsaandEm, Emily, sent a handknit/embroidered flower pin, my cousin Jenny brought a WonderWoman balloon and ironically on the same day, a friend dropped off a Wonder Woman pillow at the house (great to use to push into Mom's side when she had pain) Ask friends and family to text photos and videos! Hattie sent Mom the cutest video of a little dance/kartwheel which was so fun.    On a Happy Note Sharpie Rollerball Pens (.5mm)- available on Amazon. The only thing that would make it better is if it was a click top, but I'm totally willing to live without the convenience. Trader Joe's Honey Hydration Day & Night Cream Duo. $7.99 (dupe for Farmacy Honey Halo, which I've never tried) One day when my SIL brought Riley, Garret and Millie in to see Mom at the hospital, Millie said she wanted to see my office, so since Mom was still at her MRI, we took a detour. Millie did a full on simulation of me at work, drinking selzter, typing on my computer etc. My parents celebrated their 47th Wedding Anniversary. Thankfully Dan had more brain cells and time than the rest of us and got Mom flowers on his way in to visit. I picked up my grandmother to bring her in for a visit with my Mom. We had a lovely visit. My cousin Sabrina came up from Tennessee with her girlfriend Maria for a visit with my Mom. It was so great catching up with them. Watching The American President. I love that movie. Mom and I had been talking about it in the hospital that day- specifically the line from Michael J. Fox (as Lewis Rothschild) "I tell any girl I'm going out with to assume that all plans are soft until she receives confirmation from me thirty minutes beforehand." Robin McCall: "And they find this romantic?" Lewis Rothschild: "Well, I say it with a great deal of charm." I was able to use our John Deere tractor/backhoe to free myself when a tree fell in our driveway and I was trapped. Dan was in Vermont and I thought I'd have to call my nephew Oisin but it didn't come to that! I scored a $300 ski bag with a charging set-up for boot warmers for $15 at a yard sale this weekend. Trader Joe's pumpkin Kringle! with Cinnamon coffee.   Quote of the Week   Strive to be whole, not perfect, for in wholeness we embrace both our strengths and our flaws, while in perfection, we lose the beauty of our true selves. -Unknown   ------   Contact Information: Check out the Down Cellar Studio Patreon! 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Cringle gate is in full swing in the offices of WTMJ. We got an email with news of cringles! Good news. 4 minutes later, we got an email that there were no cringles. Heartbreaking. Since yesterday – three of the 10 missing cringles have returned. What is happening? Plus we get Gabe's thoughts on the Packers and Colts, as well as the Badgers against Bama this weekend.

Jen Gabe & Chewy talking about the Green Bay Packers gameplan with Malik Willis starting in place of an injured Jordan Love in week 2 against Anthony Richardson and the Indianapolis Colts. The Top 8 @ 8. The crew takes a listen to Malik Willis' comments about the his preparedness for Sundays game agianst the Colts, and how much of the playbook he has been able to learn since joining the team just a few weeks ago. The Crew discuss he missing Kringle's and the how 3 of the missing 10 have magically reappeared in the office.

This donut shaped treat has its roots way back to the seventh century but emigrated to the United States in the early 1800s.  Its name reminds most of the jolly gift bringer who lives at the North Pole. They can come in many different flavours and colours.  They've even become the state pastry of Wisconsin.  We are exploring the history and origins of the kringle. Website: https://www.seasonseatingspodcast.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/seasonseatingspodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/seasonseatingspod Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/seasonseatpod Email: seasonseatingspodcast@gmail.com Youtube: https://youtube.com/@seasonseatings Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/seasonseatings

This episode looks at “Law Films You Won't Want to Miss,” a recent list of "the most captivating legal themed movies," published in U.S. News and World Report.  Which movies are on the list? Which didn't make the cut? And what does the list tell us about “law movies”—and of great law movies? One film on the list may be something of a surprise: Miracle on 34th Street (1947) written and directed by George Seaton, from a story by Valentine Davies. In this Christmas holiday classic, the events director of Macy's Department Store in NYC, Doris Walker (Maureen O'Hara) hires an old man named Kris Kringle (Edmund Gwenn, who won an Oscar as best supporting actor) to serve as Macy's Santa Clause after the prior Santa is fired for being a drunk. Kringle not only closely resembles Santa Clause but believes he is Santa. Kringle is welcomed into Doris's home and makes a favorable impression on Doris's daughter Susan (Natalie Wood).  Kringle also makes an impression at work. He advises one customer to go to another store when Macy's can't fulfill her son's request for a particular toy instead of trying to sell her something else. This turns out to be a public relations stroke of genius, demonstrating Macy's concern for and loyalty to its customers. But Kringle's success at Macy's doesn't last. He gets into a dispute  with another employee who insists Kringle be fired and put into a mental hospital. A civil commitment hearing takes place, where the question centers on whether Kringle's belief that he is Santa Clause shows he is insane. Miracle on 34th Street raises timeless questions how law should treat beliefs.  I'm joined by Ashley Merryman, the author of the list, “Law Films You Won't Want to Miss.”Timestamps:0:00     Introduction4:21     The top law movies5:16     What makes a great law movie9:19     Witness for the Prosecution and other favorites16:16   Erin Brockovich and why great law movies aren't always courtroom dramas22:54   Some also-rans29:45   Why Miracle on 34th Street made the list31:53   A take on how politics informs courts and trials35:34   Proving Santa Claus through a federal postal regulation39:47   The legal realism of Miracle on 34th Street41:40   When holiday movies were released in the spring45:34   When courts are the arbiter of beliefs 51:04   Fun facts in compiling the best law movies list57:29   Introducing the new Q & A segmentFurther reading:Davis, Kevin, "The 25 Greatest Legal Movies: Expanding the Boundaries," ABA Journal (Aug. 2018) Merryman, Ashley, “Law Films You Won't Want to Miss,” U.S. News & World Report  (Feb. 1, 2024)Minnow, Nell, “An Idea Is a Greater Monument than a Cathedral: Deciding How We Know What We Know in ‘Inherit the Wind,'” 30 U.S.F. L. Rev. 1225 (1996) Olear, Greg, “‘Miracle on 34th Street': Best Christmas movie ever,”? Salon (Dec. 24, 2012) Law on Film is created and produced by Jonathan Hafetz. Jonathan is a professor at Seton Hall Law School. He has written many books and articles about the law. He has litigated important cases to protect civil liberties and human rights while working at the ACLU and other organizations. Jonathan is a huge film buff and has been watching, studying, and talking about movies for as long as he can remember. For more information about Jonathan, here's a link to his bio: https://law.shu.edu/faculty/full-time/jonathan-hafetz.cfmYou can contact him at jonathanhafetz@gmail.comYou can follow him on X (Twitter) @jonathanhafetz You can follow the podcast on X (Twitter) @LawOnFilmYou can follow the podcast on Instagram @lawonfilmpodcast

Josh Ostermann joins Ana, Eric, and Jake in The Cabin to discuss Wisconsin's most famous foods, offer up some trivia and background about them, and often some good suggestions on where to enjoy them. Ana takes kringle - which of course means a trip to Racine - as well as frozen custard, a Wisconsin-y twist on ice cream. Eric handles Wisconsin's love and knowledge of beer, diving into some of the wider varieties available across the state's 200+ craft breweries; he then serves up the history of the butter burger, with its origins in Milwaukee and Culver's Restaurants making it a national thing (from Wisconsin with love, of course.) Jake discusses the "miracle" of cheese - and it really kind of is a miracle, isn't it?? He also shares its origins, how Wisconsin became the leading state for cheese, and even some new ones developed in Wisconsin - such as Colby. Cranberries are next - serving as Wisconsin's #1 fruit crop and the official state fruit - bringing a brilliant red to the bogs in late summer and fall. Josh then shares the goods on Wisconsin's iconic fish fry and its history before shifting from surf to turf and talking Wisconsin brats. Wisconsin - and particularly Sheboygan - is the "Bratwurst capital" and he discusses everything from their history to key ways to cook 'em up right. They also share some events focused around these foods that are fun to attend. Dive in and snack on this episode of The Cabin!Inside Sponsors:VISIT Lake Geneva: https://www.visitlakegeneva.com/ Wisconsin Counties Association: https://www.wicounties.org/

Dr. Fish called us out for some Lakies errors, so we invited him on to talk it over. Plus, the return of Great Lakes News and we talk with Tim Campbell about that...thing that he ate at a baseball game.Show links:Kalles CaviarSee two managers get ejected from the game on the same play :)Great Lakes NewsStory 1: https://www.shorelinemedia.net/ludington_daily_news/news/great-lakes-fishing-decree-takes-effect/article_fd8e077c-d9ad-11ee-a0f6-cb8381f6c71f.htmlStory 2: https://greatlakesecho.org/2024/01/30/smart-buoys-help-brace-great-lakes-for-environmental-challenges/Story 3: https://www.nytimes.com/2023/12/08/science/goldfish-invasive-great-lakes.html?unlocked_article_code=1.ak0.0ZqP.hJi0tB9Dw_V4&smid=url-shareShow credits:Host & Executive Producer: Stuart CarltonCo-Host and Producer: Renie MilesSenior Producer: Carolyn FoleyProducer: Megan GunnAssociate Producer: Ethan ChittyEdited by: Sandra SvobodaPodcast art by: Joel DavenportMusic by: Stuart Carlton

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Ho-Ho-Hogom has brought Rux, BAE, and Lin to the Beaver Hampton Expanse where large butterflies are guarding and constructing an ice palace over Kringle's workshop. Will they break in and save Yulemas or will the title of Kringle belong to someone new this year?

Listener beware! An new hilarious episode of I Chews You has suddenly appeared and this week we're cooking and eating Bewear. Let our discussions of novelty sodas, the Wonka movie and the Kringle domain send you to the next world.  Hawaiian Way Fund: https://www.memberplanet.com/campaign/cnhamembers/donate Join the boycott against fast food brands who support Israel: https://bdsmovement.net/ Follow Us: @ichewspod Email Us: ichewspod@gmail.com Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/SUaAgVfDya Visit our website and merch store: https://ichewsyou.menu/

From Chummy Studios, Hye Jams Radio presents, "Paisan and Friends," brought to you by Haig's Kabob House. Christmas Eve in America and we're all excited because we know Santa Clause is done with the list checking and the gift making. He has loaded the sled and is making his away from chimney to chimney. What many people don't know is Mr Kringle has personally asked Paisan to make his travel playlist. This playlist features Brand New Hye Jams by Aram MP3, Arame, Harout Pamboukjian and Seda Hovhannisyan. Plus, Hits you know and love from DJ Davo, Hripsime Hakobyan, Tigran Asatryan, Narco the Plugg, Gor Hakobyan, Gevorg Martirosyan, Sammy Flash, Ayser Davtyan, Super Sako, Harout Hagopian, Suro, Apeh Jan, Silva Gunbardhi, Mandi, Alik Hakoyan, Elize, Mimod and Paisan Kapitan — to name a few. Download the app now in the App or Google Play store and listen for free to a high energy, incredible show filled with your favorite Armenian Pop Music, playing the Best of the Best Songs. Ain't nuttin' but a party...right here on Hye Jams Radio!

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In this episode of The Radio Vagabond, I visit Racine in Wisconsin, which is 75 miles north of Chicago. I also visited a Danish bakery and got a taste of the Americanized version of Denmark. See pictures and read the blog post here.

The Cabin is presented by the Wisconsin Counties Association and this week we're featuring Calumet County; https://bit.ly/3JJJyPvCampfire Conversation: Eric and Ana discuss some holiday traditions popular in - and in some cases practically exclusive to - Wisconsin while educating Jake (a relative newcomer from California) on how awesome the holidays are in this state. Wisconsinites definitely have a sweet tooth, and traditions often brought from the “old country” gave the state tendencies to lean toward desserts and treats that others around the country don't get to experience as often. We profile plenty of bakeries around the state baking up treats like stollen and Danish kringle (the official pastry of Wisconsin), along with holiday cookies, candied fruit, spices, and nuts. Even We Energies, formerly Wisconsin Electric Company, puts out their annual “Cookie Book” and has every year for generations at this point.Both bars and traditional basement parties in Wisconsin would mix up quite a concoction of cocktails that are particularly popular in the holiday season, including the hot toddy, the Tom & Jerry, and the Brandy slush (this state consumes a lot of brandy.) Hot chocolate is also very popular, and some towns in the state have bars that organize “hot chocolate crawls” to keep people warm as they “crawl” from spot to spot.Another big holiday tradition, especially in eastern Wisconsin, is tiger meat or steak tartare - raw beef with onions, salt, pepper, on rye. Some even crack raw egg on top. The German version - mettbröchen - consists of raw minced beef or pork & onions on a bread roll.. it's known as the “cannibal sandwich” in the Milwaukee area. And yes, we discuss what the Department of Health has to say about these sandwiches.The holiday decor is another topic, and those unique and cool-looking aluminum trees that became hugely popular in the early 1960s came out of Manitowoc, where they made them and shipped them all over the country. You can still find them, and enjoy a huge display of the in Manitowoc every holiday season with “Evergleams on Eighth” downtown. We cover all of this and more as we're fully imbibed into the holidays on The Cabin!Inside Sponsors:Visit Lake Geneva - https://bit.ly/3wHvilfShop Discover Wisconsin - https://shop.discoverwisconsin.com