Santa tried to laugh. His beard felt like someone else’s hair.
Santa — or whoever wore the coat now — stumbled through the chimney and landed in a living room that smelled of mulled wine and something wrong. Igra --Santaz incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen
“You came back,” said the eldest. “We thought you’d forgotten the rules of the game.” Santa tried to laugh
Three figures waited by the tree. Their faces were his, but younger. Sharper. Smiling like wolves who’d learned to wrap presents. climbing back into a bruised sky.
The sleigh crunched onto a rooftop that wasn’t on any map. Snow fell in reverse, climbing back into a bruised sky.