This part is written in collaboration with Celestine.

NIGHT THREE. Market relations.
I was already falling asleep, when suddenly there were blows. Standing in the corner and a long broken clock suddenly began to beat midnight. The blows were strange, as if they were heard only in my head, and the husband sleeping next to me did not even move.
“It started again,” suddenly surfaced in my brain.
With the last, twelfth, blow, there was a rustle. I listened. It was as if someone was walking quietly in the next room. Strange as it may seem, but I was not scared, but, on the contrary, I got up and, without dressing, went to see who was bossing it.
Entering the room, I abruptly clicked the switch and was dumbfounded when I saw felt boots and a skinny ass, covered with a worn fur coat, sticking out from under the tree.
- Who are you? - I asked in surprise.

The bum came out from under the branches, the fur coat straightened, and Santa Claus turned to face me.
- Ah ... Alena Vasilyevna! - recognizing he “buzzed”, - it’s good that you got up, let's settle the question with payment. And then everything is on credit and on credit, but I, too, need to live on something!
- What is a loan? - I asked puzzled.
“These gifts,” Grandfather nodded at the decorated boxes standing under the tree, “what will you pay for, in dollars or in kind?” - He continued, examining my body through a transparent nightie.
- So, because ... - only I was able to pronounce.
- So, in kind, - Santa Claus grew sad, - well, okay! - and began to unbutton his fur coat.

And I, like a fool, stood with my mouth open and looked at him, until he lowered his pants to his knees.
- Come on, - Grandfather waved his hand.
- What come? - I could not resist the question.
He, funny hobbling and trying not to get lost in the lowered pants, went to the sofa and threw off his pad.
- What, what ... Suck! - and pushed his belly forward, inviting me to kneel down and do his huge cock.
I, as if under hypnosis, took a step, then another, and standing on the indicated place, I sank down. Jaw dropped itself and at the same moment a huge member softly plunged into my mouth.
- That's it ... Ok ... - Grandfather pushed his ass, pushing drin on the tonsils.
- HHHH ... - I wheezed, choking and holding back the gagging impulse.

An attempt to deviate back failed, as the grandfather squeezed his head with his fingers, as if with ticks, continuing to fuck me in the mouth. Ten minutes later, tired, he left his mouth full of saliva, sat down on the sofa and busily began to pull off my panties.
- Well ... Again ... - he said contritely, waving his beard.
- What's again? - I wondered, not even trying to prevent him or escape.
- Yes, you, like my granddaughter, shaved! How I missed my hairy bosom ... - Grandfather lamented, - Ok, sit down, - he patted himself on the knee, sliding his legs.

And I got down on my knees and sank down with my Kunka, stringing on my grandfather's spike. It was as cold as an popsicle, but solid and long.
- Wow! - I could not resist and jumped up and down, sliding along the member.
- Let's have fun, - Grandfather slammed me on the bare ass, - I still need to visit three apartments! And for the rhythm and for the festive mood, I will sing you a New Year's song:
The Forest Raised a Christmas Tree,
In the forest, she ... - no, something is not right, this song is not suitable at all now. And I’ll give you a better new granddaughter song:
Oh, one more time,
Obama's eye fell out.
Everything is the opposite
For gifts Grandfather eb ... t.

How many sanctions you enter,
The best holiday ahead.
Everything is the opposite
In the New Year we grandfather eb ... t.

Santa Claus for the New Year
Drinks like all honest people.
Santa Claus will catch
Also in the w ... at ote ... t!

For ten minutes I strenuously jumped on my grandfather in the rhythm of his song, after which he put me on cancer and, shouting loudly, like an eagle owl, continued to hammer my bosom. A chill in the vagina gradually cooled my excitement.But, as soon as I was about to cum, like Grandfather, loudly screaming, began to pour sperm on my back.
Then, grunting, he straightened up and patted my bare ass:
- Sorry, there is no time ... Work is waiting, - he said, pulling on his pants and fur coat, - and you, this, further on ...
Then, rummaging in my pockets, I handed me a package with a vibrator - only there are no batteries! - and seeded for the exit ...
This ended my third nightmare.
And in the morning, under the pillow, I found two batteries wrapped in a note: “Here, for the kit, happily celebrate!”

NIGHT FOUR. Operation Interception.
Today, my friend and I asked for leave from work early - we decided to go to the Christmas tree market, he is right next to our job. They walked around, chose a small fluffy Christmas tree for themselves, bought toys at the same time, garlands and other decorations and some gifts. Then, quite pleased with myself, they went to catch a taxi. Once I raised my hand, the Zhiguli with a roof rack is driving me towards me. I think I need you. The driver quickly tied the tree on the trunk, and I sat in the back seat and laid a number of toys and boxes with gifts.

We drove fast, there were almost no traffic jams. The driver came across a cheerful and talkative Dagestanian, a former wrestler, and now a taxi driver. “How nice the day has been for today,” I just managed to think about how a traffic cop jumped out onto the road and let's swing the cane. We stopped. The sergeant checked the documents, briefly inspected the salon and asked us both to go to the patrol bus. He said to our indignant questions that an alarm had been declared, that an “Interception” operation was under way to neutralize a dangerous criminal.
On the bus, the head of the task force checked our documents, struck through the “base”, after which he explained that he lived in that. the array has been wielding a dangerous maniac for several days. He drives around on a “penny” similar to ours, often dressed up as Santa Claus, undertakes to help the Snow Maidens to deliver gifts, after which these Snow Maidens are raped and severely beaten. Already found five victims. But none of them saw the face of the criminal - it is hidden by a mask.

- Now you understand why you are under suspicion? At this time, a young employee entered the bus and stared at the driver's face, carefully studying. Then he smiled and said: “Comrade captain, this is not a suspect, but a famous wrestler, former champion of Russia, Rahman Gazuyev. I met him in the semifinals and lost. The wrestlers hugged each other, patting each other on the back.
- Well, since you are familiar, it changes things. Listen, lieutenant, and maybe your friend will agree to help us? You see, "Interception" does not give results. Is the champion of the country scared of a maniac?
- What do you need? - asked Gazuyev.
- Once you fit the description, walk with your girlfriend home, scatter gifts. Take with us the costumes of Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden, and here are the addresses of the apartments where the ordered gifts are waiting. We have temporarily banned the delivery of gifts, you will be alone in sight, so that the maniac will certainly pay attention. A lieutenant with a support group will provide you with communication and your safety. Well, agree?

- I agree, just how to be with the Snow Maiden? The fact is that this is not my girlfriend, but an ordinary passenger, and I don’t know if she will agree.
- Alena Vasilievna, agree, we ask you very much. Don't you feel sorry for the innocent snow maidens? Yes, and a holiday on the nose, you need to give citizens the opportunity to properly celebrate the New Year. Agree!
Everybody was so harmoniously persuading that I myself did not notice how I agreed. Rahman and I changed into the costumes of the Snow Maiden and Santa Claus, took the presents, the mailing list and drove off.
- Have you ever congratulated the kids, you know how to do it? - I asked.
- Not.
- Me neither. Let's make up something on the way and rehearse it.

We began to remember everything that we had once heard at the matinees and saw in the New Year films about the behavior of Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden, argued fervently and, finally, tailored a suitable program. With Rahman ...