It was Christmas Eve, and she was fast asleep in her bed, dressed only in her pink Hello Kitty nightgown, when she was awoken by a sound from downstairs. Rubbing her eyes, the athletic, thirty-something brunette trudged down the stairs to investigate. Once downstairs, she rubbed her eyes again as she walked slowly towards the living room, where the plate of milk and cookies sat. Even though she was a grown woman, and knew better, she still put out milk and cookies for Santa every year, just like she did when she was a little girl.
The only lights were coming from the Christmas tree as the bleary-eyed woman walked towards the fireplace mantle where the plate sat. She figured since she was up anyhow, she would ‘check’ on them, and then eat them – so she could make believe that Santa had really been there!
She got to the fireplace and glanced at the plate – to her shock it was empty! “What the…?” she exclaimed, as she glanced around the room, but there was no sign of anyone there. She blinked as she turned back to the plate, still empty.
Just as she reached out to grab the plate, she heard a sudden rustling sound, and before she could react, the large cloth sack she had been unknowingly standing on was pulled up around her! She instantly panicked, and started to scream and struggle, but in a matter of moments the sack was completely over her and drawn tight at the top, trapping her inside. She continued to scream and kick and push against the cloth sack but it was no use. A hand clamped over her mouth from the outside, muffling her screams with the cloth.
“Settle down, girl. Nobody can hear you,” came the deep, gentle but authoritative voice from the other side of the sack. The hand slowly released its grip on her face.
She gulped hard, sucking in air. “What’s going on? Who are you?” she gasped.
“Don’t you know?” he replied. “Jolly fat man, white beard, chimney, sack full of toys?”
She shuddered inside the sack. “S-Santa Claus…?” she asked incredulously. “B-but you’re not real…!”
“Not real?” he chuckled. “What part of what is happening here doesn’t feel real to you? You obviously believe in me, girl. The milk and cookies were quite delicious…”
“No…no…no…” she mumbled as she struggled against the sack. “You can’t be Santa…if you were, why would I be trapped in here?”
“Silly girl, isn’t that obvious? You’re in Santa’s toy sack, of course!”
She stopped struggling for a moment, and felt around the inside of the sack, but it was otherwise empty.
“If this is Santa’s toy sack, where are all the toys?” she exclaimed. “the only thing in here is…me!”
“Exactly,” he chuckled again.
“B-but I’m not a toy!” she protested, as she started to struggle again.
“Yes you are, girl. As a matter of fact, you are the final toy Santa has to deliver this year.” He delivered this last line very casually.
“What?” she gasped in total shock. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard of!”
“You know, that is the same thing I said when I got this young man’s Christmas list…but it was the only thing he asked for, and he has been exceedingly good this year. I had to do a little bit of work to figure out the best way to fill his request, but apparently you’re it.”
“I’m it?” she gasped. “This is insane! I’m a woman, not a toy!” She struggled furiously but the sack was pulled quite tight around her. “Let me out of here now!”
“You really want out of there?” he asked, with a twinkle in his tone.
“Yes! Yes!” she screamed out. “Now!”
“As you wish,” he said calmly as he loosened the drawstring at the top of the sack, opening it enough for her to poke her head out, which she quickly did. The moment her face was clear of the sack, just as she saw her ‘Santa’ abductor, something was sprayed directly into it, into her shocked and open mouth, all around her face, causing her to blink and cough.
“Huh…what the…?” she gasped, as she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and disorientation wash over her. Another spray hit her face, then another, and another… “uunnnhhh…” she mumbled weakly, “soo…dizzzyyy…help…ohhh…” and as he opened the sack more, she suddenly slumped back down inside it, unconscious.
Once again, he pulled the sack shut around her, and then very carefully, he hoisted up his acquisition, draping her covered body over his right shoulder as he left.