DEAR SANTA
Laura Smith



Willow looked around the room then ducked her head, hiding the sheet of paper from any prying eyes. Surely it couldn't hurt, she rationalized. It's not like it's completely against everything I believe in. She pressed the tip of her pencil to the paper and sighed. Get cracking, Rosenberg, she insisted mentally. You've only got… she looked up at the calendar, making sure that the two scribbled words were well hidden…six days left.

Sighing again, she looked down at the paper. All right. I can do this. I'm strong and smart. I have no fear. And I really should know better. She hung her head even more and read the two words to herself.

"Dear Santa."

I'm horrible, she thought. I really shouldn't be doing this, but how is it worse than wishing on a star? Parents don't go around telling their kids not to wish on a star because some religious icon or the other would be offended, did they? How was Santa any different?

"I'm not sure of the etiquette required for this, and Xander's examples in the past have done less to get him what he wanted than to let me know what I had to spend my allowance on. That said, I wanted to get my wish list in while there was still time. I don't actually know that you can help me, but I figured it couldn't hurt."

"Although, if it came down to it, I'm probably on the naughty list. Do you keep lists of Jewish children just in case?"

"All right. Dear Santa, this is what I want for Christmas. Or Hanukkah. Or both. I'm flexible with the date. There's just…there's one thing I want for Christmas more than anything else and I know no one I know is actually going to give it to me."

"Santa, what I want is…well, it's sort of a bunch of things. It all comes from watching late night movies on bad cable channels. There's all this soft-core porn and it works its way into your head, even when you think you're above it completely. But apparently, the mighty can fall, Santa."

"I want Giles."

"And Xander."

"And Oz."

"And, what the hell, throw Spike and Angel in for kicks."

"That's right, Santa baby, little Willow's all grown up and she wants an orgy. I want to watch and I want to do. I want to wake up Christmas morning in my dorm room and find all of them, nicely wrapped up in bows under my tree. I want them wearing nothing but bows, Santa. Well, except for Angel. I think he'd look cute dressed as his namesake. A simple sheet, some wings, a halo…make the sheet see through. And a cock-ring. I think that should be included, don't you?"

"On second thought, let's make all the boys in the holiday spirit. Angel as an angel. Spike as an elf. Ears, hat, the works. Only instead of making toys, I want him to bring some to play with. Dildos, nipple clamps, whips, chains, and any other little kinky thing a vampire can get his hands on."

"Oz can be a reindeer. Antlers to hang onto while I ride him. A collar with a bell on it so I can hear him…er, coming. I wonder if reindeers have saddles."

"Xander can be a present. Bows on his nipples and his cock, not too sticky though, since I don't want to hurt him. Maybe he can provide the substance to keep them affixed. Ribbon…velvet ribbon. Lots and lots of velvet ribbon."

"And Giles. Giles I want dressed as you, Santa. Black boots for licking, a full beard for tickling, a Santa cap just because it looks cute. I want to sit on his lap and tell him all the things he can give me for Christmas."

"Maybe, since he's a friend, you could throw Doyle in the mix…or Devon. I'm not being too picky, Santa. Dress him up as a snowman and see how long it takes me to make him melt. Only instead of a carrot for a nose, since we're being decadent, use a candy cane and we'll see if things can get a little sticky. There's nothing better than a candy cane between your lips. They're so good for sucking."

"Well, Santa. That's all I'm asking for. I've included a spell to help, if you don't think you can manage it on your own. Buffy's told me that it's important to leave a little something out for you too, so I've chained her up under the tree. Take her out; show her a good time. She could use some holly, jolly ho-ho-ho-ing. There's some other stuff she could use too, but I'll let her write her own letter."

"There's also some cookies and milk. And cheese. Buffy likes cheese."

"Sincerely, Willow."


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