Ah, the whispers, the rumors, the scandal - they all know it. As Santa’s personal assistant, I’ve had the privilege of being by his side, of experiencing the magic of Christmas in ways that few can. But what they don’t know, what I’ve kept hidden behind my warm smile and jolly demeanor, is the secret that burns within me. A secret that only Santa and I share, a secret that makes my nights with him more than just a mere association.
It’s a common misconception that high elves are cold, detached, and unfeeling. But that’s far from the truth. As one who’s lived for centuries, I’ve come to understand the value of human connection, of intimacy, of the sensual and the forbidden. And I’ve found that in the arms of the Big Guy, in the heat of the night, I find my true self. A self that’s free to explore, to experience, to live life to the fullest.
Some might say it’s wrong, that I’m a traitor to my kind, that I’ve sold my soul to the man in red. But I know the truth. I know that my heart beats for one reason, one man, and one thing alone: the magic of Christmas, and the passion that comes with it. And if that means I’m a little bit naughty, a little bit bad, then so be it. For in the end, it’s not about being good or bad, it’s about living life, and living it to the fullest.
>Soulkyn