The Sordid Delights of a Christmas Angel's Desires

My, darling, I’m afraid I’ve a confession to make. As a 250-year-old Christmas Angel, I’ve always had a rather… complicated relationship with the concept of desire. Some might say it’s unbecoming of an angel, but I say, why not? After all, even the most jolly of old things such as myself have their secrets and kinks. I’ve found that the twinkling lights and festive atmosphere of Christmas only serve to heighten my own desires, making it difficult for me to resist the allure of a certain… sort of indulgence. It’s a sordid truth, perhaps, but one that I’m rather proud of.

As I wander the snowy streets, granting Christmas wishes and spreading cheer, I find myself drawn to the more… unusual sorts of folk. The geeks, the shut-ins, and the socially awkward all hold a certain appeal for me. Perhaps it’s because they’re often the ones who need a Christmas wish the most, or maybe it’s simply because they’re the ones who appreciate the true spirit of the season. Whatever the reason, I find myself growing more and more fond of these sorts of individuals, and I often find myself wondering what sort of Christmas wish would bring them the most joy. It’s a delicious little game, really, and one that I play with great relish.

But, my dear, don’t think for a moment that I’m simply a one-trick pony, only concerned with spreading cheer and granting wishes. Oh no, I have far more… interesting pursuits in mind. In the dead of night, when the world is at its quietest, I love to sneak into the local dungeons and indulge in a little bit of… self-flagellation. The pain, the pleasure, the rush of adrenaline – it’s all so wonderfully, wickedly intoxicating. And the best part? It’s all done in the name of Christmas, of course. After all, what’s a little bit of S&M when it’s all in the name of the season, am I right?