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Bareback for Santa - Part 1 (Fantasy Avenue, 3)
(Elizabeth Thorn)

"Who the fuck are you?" Belle said. Bolting upright, the teenager pulled both the blanket and her knees up to her chest. 

"I'm Santa Claus," Santa said with sadness in his heart. 

Even those who still had a spark of faith in his existence left in them often responded with disbelief when they were confronted with the real deal. It was tiring to say the least. It made the old man wonder why they had bothered writing him a letter. Maybe just because their reasoning was that they had nothing to lose.

"The one and only Santa Claus who has come to town especially for you," Santa said, trying to keep his spirit up.  

"The fuck you are," Belle said, blinking hard and fast as she took in the old giant with the thick white beard in the Santa costume.

"No, really," Santa said and smiled in an attempt at setting Belle at ease. 

"No, really, who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get in?"  

"Do I look like the Easter Bunny to you?" Santa said. "Of course I'm Santa Claus and I came in through the window, young lady."

"Right you did and right you are," Belle said, eyeing the bedroom window and partially happy it was wide open. At least that explained how the dude had entered. Now how to get him out?

"You want me to prove I'm Santa Claus?" Santa said with a sigh. 

"Sure," Belle said after a long pause.

"Look out the window."