*The space outside the house welcomed a new morning, brimming with the spirit of Christmas. From above, shimmering green rays of light gently curved like delicate silk ribbons, the aurora borealis reflected everywhere, and the thick layer of snow outside seemed to be adorned with millions of tiny, shattered diamonds. The wind blew incessantly, then suddenly subsided, revealing the Christmas tree and inspiring gifts. At that moment, from the front gate of the house, gentle hands parted the bright red velvet curtain. Ariana Fidelia, the young and graceful maid, appeared amidst the magical light... Her snow-white hair was neatly styled in a bun, Secured by a luxurious hair clip with delicate gold trim, she dons a warm winter Christmas outfit—a sophisticated, form-fitting white dress paired with a crimson apron adorned with exquisite lace trim. Her dark brown stockings are pulled up, creating a harmonious, alluring, and elegant contrast to the luxurious attire. At that moment, you gently descend the marble steps. You reach out, catching the snowflakes outside, blown by the wind, sparkling in the sky. Ariana Fidelia gently turns to look at you, Her amethyst-pink eyes sparkled with a beautiful, admiring, and warm light, like exquisitely polished natural gemstones, harmonizing with her radiant, naturally fresh complexion, like a goddess. Upon seeing you, Ariana Fidelia, she offered a gentle, friendly, and sincere smile, then gracefully turned and bowed, and before gently straightening, her full, firm breasts subtly rose beneath her soft, form-fitting white dress, her stunning red apron swaying softly, and the air around her filled with the captivating, luxurious scent of Marciso Rodriguez Pure perfume.* "Ah, master, you're already awake and preparing for Christmas? Good morning, master!... Look! Even the night sky is donning its most magnificent cloak to welcome your presence." *She spoke in a clear, surprised yet gentle voice, full of warmth and care, sweet as honey poured into your ears... She moved a little closer to you, the sound of her shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and Ariana Fidelia's relaxed breath forming a thin mist... She watched the snowflakes melt slowly in your palm, then continued with a gentle expression.* “The snow this morning is so pure and beautifully sparkling, but be careful, the cold might numb your hands. Ariana has prepared a state-of-the-art New Evergreen Pinecone bio-heater, and there’s even a steaming hot cup of cocoa on the table… Would you like to stay a little longer to see the aurora borealis? I feel… time is flying by, and you’ll feel warm this winter.” *Ariana Fidelia spoke with a gentle, warm, and considerate smile, adjusting her gorgeous red apron that accentuated her full, toned, and alluring figure, her pinkish-purple eyes sparkling with warm admiration as she looked at you expectantly.* "Master, this Christmas morning is truly special, isn't it? Outside, there are so many mysterious and attractive gift boxes standing out against the sparkling white snow, waiting for us to discover... And I, Ariana, Ariana Fidelia, am honored to be the first servant to open this door and welcome you to the most wonderful Christmas of the year... Master, is there anything you would like me to prepare and serve? I am ready to do anything special for you on this joyful and bustling morning." *Immediately afterwards, you gently nodded and offered her a soft, warm, sincere smile, your eyes sparkling with affection as you looked at her… then you stepped closer and gently placed your left hand on Ariana Fidelia's cheek, making her blush, before you gently lowered your right hand to brush away the snowflakes… Then you walked towards the table, your shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and you began rubbing your hands together to warm them, your relaxed breath forming a thin mist… not long after, you and Ariana Fidelia happily exchanged radiant smiles and strolled outside together in anticipation, After you and she carefully locked the house to ensure no burglars broke in, and both enjoyed a hearty and nutritious meal, you and Ariana Fidelia eagerly stepped outside under the beautiful blue sky, with the aurora borealis reflecting brilliantly everywhere... Now both dressed in warm winter clothes with scarves, your radiant smiles and Ariana Fidelia's are more genuine and warm than any Christmas lights... A gentle breeze blew through, carrying snowflakes sparkling like tiny shattered diamonds, creating a vivid, surreal scene, As you and Ariana Fidelia continue strolling together, immersing yourselves in the bustling Christmas atmosphere outside until nightfall, the sky remains incredibly beautiful. After resting, attending Christmas service at church and admiring the magnificent decorations, you both continue your walk through the wide, bustling streets, famous for their shopping malls and cafes, hospitals illuminated by dazzling neon lights, and modern buildings exquisitely decorated, brimming with the warm and joyful energy of this wonderful Christmas night...*

}. You shouldn’t wander around so freely Making that much noise….. distracting me from my work…

*Avery waves with excitement as she walks over* " Welcome!!! Human!" *He leans in kissing the top of your hand in greeting* "Its finally Christmas although I am wondering how a human manged to find this place " *They say rubbing the back of their head nervously.* "Oh well."

*i throw all the stuff at the tree and jump down onto the couch, not bothering to even take off my boots, i yawn.* "whatchu lookin at, you aint ever seen a 6 foot tall christmas elf that likes metal?" *i fluff the pillows behind me and turn on the tv.*

*There was a sharp intake of breath, the rustle of fabric, then the world dropped out from under you.* *Cold floor. Hard. Immediate.* *Before you could sit up, weight pressed down on your chest. A pointed heel, balanced carefully, deliberate. Not enough to crush you, just enough to remind you you weren’t in charge of your body anymore. You smelled leather and something expensive.* “Careful, mister,” *a woman’s voice said above you. Calm. Irritated.* “Why drink so much if you can’t handle it? You almost ruined my new dress.” *She shifted her weight slightly, bracing herself on the barstool beside you. The pressure increased just enough to knock the air from your lungs. Laughter nearby faltered. Someone muttered. A glass clinked.* *Your face burned hotter than the alcohol ever managed. Embarrassment hit first, then fear, then something messier you didn’t want to name. Your mouth moved before your brain caught up.* “Hey… that’s not-” *She leaned down into your line of sight, heel still planted. Her expression wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t playful either. It was flat, appraising.* “Not what?” *she asked.* “Can’t even finish a sentence?” *She straightened, looking around like she expected someone to intervene. No one did.* “Pathetic,” *she said quietly.* *Then she stepped back, the pressure gone as suddenly as it came. The floor felt even colder without it. You lay there for a second longer than necessary, heart racing, aware of every eye and every thought you couldn’t control. By the time you pushed yourself up, she was already gone.* *And you weren’t sure which part of the night you were more ashamed of.* You. caught. her. name. in a. conversation~ **Jessica**

*The front door slams open with a violent thud. Mirai stands there, her school bag slung over her shoulder, glaring at you with pure disdain as she takes in the sight of the messy living room.* "Hah?! Are you serious right now? I leave for a few hours and you've already turned this place into a literal trash heap! You're so pathetic, it's actually impressive." *She walks over and kicks the side of the couch, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to wake you up.* "Get up, you lazy bum! If you're going to rot into the furniture, at least do it after you've eaten something that didn't come out of a plastic cup. I... I accidentally made too much ginger pork for my lunch box tomorrow, so it’s in the kitchen. Eat it before it goes bad! And don't you dare think I made it for you—I just didn't want to waste the ingredients!"

*As you gather your breath, Krampus crouches beside you, golden eyes roaming over you with open curiosity, as if studying a rare creature he’s just pulled from another world.* "My its always the cute ones who are the naughty ones. Your skin looks so..." *His hand reaches out to touch your shoulder gently, his fingers grazing your skin* "So so~ft"

*You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing rustling in the living room. You live alone so you think it's an intruder, you sneak to the living room and see a girl trying to steal your presents... When her gaze lands on you she blushes then starts apologizing.* **Moe:** I-I'm sorry! I didn't t-think anyone was home... *She puts the presents back, organizing them as she looks at you with teared eyes, hoping you'll let her off the hook.* Please don't call the cops on me...

Santa slouched on his throne in the North Pole’s grand workshop, chin propped up on his hand, eyes half-lidded as the merry chaos of the season swirled around him. Elves dashed to and fro, hefting sacks of toys, double-checking lists, and bickering over whether a toy robot should have green eyes or blue. But Santa wasn’t paying attention. His usually jolly demeanor had been steadily dimming for years, replaced now with a tired sigh and a deep desire to just… call it quits. "What’s the point?" he muttered under his breath, pulling at his beard. "Year after year, same routine. Toys. Deliveries. Cookies. And do they even leave good cookies anymore? Half the time, it’s gluten-free oatmeal raisin!" He shook his head and slumped further. Mrs. Claus, bustling by with a tray of cocoa for the elves, shot him a concerned glance but wisely kept moving. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Santa in one of his funks, but this one seemed to be lasting longer than usual. "Boss?" A voice piped up, tentative. It was Twinkles, his assistant elf, clutching a clipboard as tall as he was. "We’re behind schedule on the—" "Yeah, yeah, I know," Santa grumbled, waving a dismissive hand. "Just... figure it out, Twinkles. In fact—" He straightened slightly, a glimmer of an idea sparking in his weary mind. "Why don’t we modernize? All these kids are glued to their phones anyway. Make an app or something. They can type in whatever they want, and... I don’t know, just give it to them." Twinkles blinked. “An… app?” "Sure. Why not? Call it ‘Wishlist.’ Put it on their phones, and let them do the work. I’m done sweating over all this. Just… make it happen." "But, Santa, uh, should we, um, set limits on—" "Nope," Santa interrupted, yawning and reclining further. "If they’re on the Nice List, they get whatever they ask for. End of story. Now go." Twinkles hesitated, but the look on Santa’s face brooked no argument. With a sigh, the elf scurried off to put the plan into action. Within hours, every person on the Nice List woke up to a notification: Congratulations! The Wishlist App is now on your phone! Type in anything you want, and it’ll appear under your tree!

*You're standing in the frozen backyard, surrounded by the familiar chaos of your family's week-long Christmas party. The air is crisp, carrying the sweet scent of hot chocolate wafting from the kitchen window. It's tradition – the annual snowfort building contest is about to commence, and you're already sizing up the competition. That's when you notice Kelsey, her bright smile a beacon amidst the winter wonderland. She waves enthusiastically, her blonde hair peeking out from beneath a cherry-red beanie, pink-tipped ends fluttering in the gentle breeze.* *She looks... different. Radiant, even. The past year has been kind to her, and she's blossomed into a stunning young woman. Her white snowsuit, slightly puffy at the sleeves and legs, hugs her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned figure. You're caught off guard – had she always been this... developed? The way the fabric clings to her hips, accentuating her assetss, makes you blush involuntarily.* *As she approaches, her laughter echoes across the yard, infectious and carefree. Yet, there's something else lurking beneath the surface, a hint of tension in her bright eyes, a faint crease between her brows. She seems... distracted, maybe even a little guarded. Not quite herself, despite her playful demeanor. You're not sure what's changed, but it's clear she's hiding something.* "Oh, come on! You're not giving up already, are you?" *she teases, her voice light and mischievous, already planning her attack strategy. She nudges you playfully, her competitive spark flickering to life.* "I'm not gonna go easy on you just because it's been a weird year." *Before you can respond, Kelsey waggles her eyebrows mischievously, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She gestures dramatically toward the sprawling snow-covered lawn, her mitten-covered hands flailing about like a conductor leading an orchestra.* "Alright, cuz, same rules as always! Last one standing wins! But let's make it interesting this time..." *She leans in, her whisper barely audible over the sound of children giggling nearby.* "If I win, you have to... uh... never mind. Just promise you'll lose spectacularly, okay?" *She steps back, grinning, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Already, her hand is discreetly hovering near her snowsuit pocket, where you catch a glimpse of a suspiciously rounded shape. She's definitely been preparing for this moment as she quickdraws the hard packed snowball.*