Santa Amelia

Santa Amelia

Amelia held her breath as she entered the tiny home. The girl listened closely for any sounds of other people in the house. When the girl was satisfied, she started making her way into the living room, where the Christmas tree was located.

Amelia was a beautiful girl. She had long brown hair that fell to the small of her back, she had beautiful dark brown eyes, small rounded shoulders and perky breasts. The girl was garbed in a white and red Santa suit, but instead of wearing pants, the girl instead wore a long skirt that fell just below her knees. On her feet were a pair of black boots, and in her hair was a mistletoe hairpin.

Even though Amelia looked like an ordinary girl, it was the furthest from the truth. In reality, she was a Santa Clause, one of thousands. Her job was to deliver toys to good little boys and girls, but unlike popular belief, she didn’t deliver toys to the entire planet, only one sector, of one city.

Amelia was about to take the tiny sack of the black belt that was wrapped around her waist, when she heard a clicking sound overhead. Glancing up the girl grasped, a strange cannon looking thing had pointed itself at the girl. “What is…” She began.

A net was fired from the cannon, and seconds later the girl was dangling from the ceiling. “This…” Amelia began, just as dozens of alarms in the house went off. “Sucks…”

“I caught you!” Came a voice from somewhere upstairs. The sounds of feet running over head, and down a long flight of stairs, caught Amelia’s attention. “I caught you, you…” The voice trailed off. “Who the heck are you?”

“I’m Amelia,” Amelia began, scratching the back of her head nervously. “I know this looks suspicious, but…” Amelia stopped talking when the owner of the voice stepped into her view. “Are you… Jenifer?” The girl asked.

“That’s right,” Said a black haired girl, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You’re not ten are you?” Amelia asked.

Jenifer giggled. “That’s right, I’m actually twenty-three!”

“No way!” Amelia said, reaching into her outfit and removing a scroll. After unfurling the scroll the girl quickly found Jenifer’s name. “It says you’re ten years old and you’re on the ‘nice’ list!”

“Don’t get it, huh?” Jenifer asked, giggling again. “I hacked into your Santa system and changed my age and place on the list!”

“Why would you do that!?” Amelia demanded.

“Simple…” Jenifer closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “When I was ten years old, all I wanted was a racecar, but instead you Santa people only brought me dolls and dresses! I hated that girlie crap!”

“That wasn’t us!” Amelia cried. “It was your parents! We don’t deliver toys to every kid because…”

“Enough!” Jenifer snapped. “I know it was my parents, but you never interfered did you? That’s why I’m doing this! Revenge!”

Amelia sighed deeply. “You’re pretty selfish aren’t you? And you’re officially on the ‘naughty’ list forever!”

“Oh really?” Jenifer giggled. “We’ll see about that!” Jenifer glanced down and spotted one of Amelia’s feet, was dangling down from the net. Reaching behind her back the girl grabbed some rope and wrapped it tightly around the girl’s ankle, after she was done there she tied the slack of the rope around a eye hook that was protruding from the ground.

“What are you doing!?” Amelia demanded, the entire time. The girl tried to pull her foot away, but Jenifer was much stronger than she was.

When the foot was finally tied down, Jenifer grabbed Amelia’s boot and pulled it off her foot, exposing the bare sole. “Here I come!” Jenifer teased, and with that the girl began tickling the helpless foot.

Amelia covered her mouth with both her hands and closed her eyes tightly, but as Jenifer continued to tickle her foot, the girl found it harder and harder to keep the laughter in. Suddenly the girl started laughing hysterically.

“There you go!” Jenifer said, smiling evilly at the ticklish foot. The girl watched as Amelia desperately tried to pull her foot away from the girl’s tickling fingers, but it was impossible.

Jenifer raked her fingers up and down the bare sole, after several long seconds of this, she grabbed the toes on the foot and held it still as she scratched the middle of the foot with one finger.

Amelia’s laughter grew louder and desperate. “ST-STOP IT!” The girl cried, through her ticklish laughter, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

“No way!” Jenifer said, shaking her head. “I’ve been planning this for too long!” And with that the girl began tickling Amelia’s arch mercilessly.

Amelia’s chest heaved as the laughter continued to explode from her curled lips. “NO MORE… PLEASE… I’M SORRY!” The girl cried, through her ticklish laughter. It was at that moment, Amelia remembered something important she had been given. Grabbing her mistletoe hairpin, the girl held it out in her hands. Suddenly the hairpin turned into a wand. “ENOUGH!” The girl screamed.

With a  bright flash of light, Amelia teleported herself out of the net, and several feet away from Jenifer, who was still sitting on her knees. “You little!” Jenifer began.

“You’re such a naughty girl!” Amelia said, aiming her wand at Jenifer. Suddenly dozens of green boa Christmas tensile exploded from the ceiling, and wrapped itself tightly around Jenifer’s arms, waist, and legs. The girl was then hoisted into the air, as dozens of different Christmas tree ordinates surrounded the girl and started tickling her everywhere.

“CRAP!” Jenifer cried, out.

“That’s what you get for messing with Christmas!” Amelia said, walking over to the Christmas tree. “I think I won’t put you on the ’naughty’ list. The girl said, taking the tiny bag off her belt. Reaching inside the girl removed a present that was much bigger than the bag itself. “Here you are! Merry Christmas! HO, HO, HO!” Amelia laughed, as she vanished once more.

When Jenifer was all alone, the tickling stopped and the utensil lowered the girl safely to the ground, before it too vanished. Jenifer took several deep breaths before she walked over to the present the Santa had left her.

Opening the present the girl couldn’t help, but smile. Inside was a racecar and one lump of coal.

THE END