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.
Re-posting this one I wrote a few years back, in time for the holidays...
Back when I first wrote it, I asked readers to come up with suggestions for a 'next chapter' but never got much response, so...I'll do it again here!!
Happy Holidays to all!!
UPDATE 12/22/18: There IS a sequel!!!
Back when I first wrote it, I asked readers to come up with suggestions for a 'next chapter' but never got much response, so...I'll do it again here!!
Happy Holidays to all!!
UPDATE 12/22/18: There IS a sequel!!!

The Christmas Present 2: Christmas DayShe began to wake, very slowly.
Whoa...what a dream! It was Christmas Eve, I heard a noise, I came down to find my milk and cookies were gone - it was Santa! He was real...he put me in his toy sack...he said I was the only thing on some guy's Christmas list! He said I was a toy...and then he tricked me into sticking my head out of the bag so he could...knock me out...omigod it was a nightmare!
She opened her eyes.
The bright light practically blinded her.
She tried to move her arms and legs, but she couldn't. She could only lift her head a bit, and look to either side, and what she saw shocked her. She tried to scream but she had no voice.
She was in a factory. There were multiple levels, and conveyor belts; she quickly realized she was lying on one of the slow-moving belts that was moving slightly upwards. And her Hello Kitty nightgown had been removed - she was completely naked.
It wasn't a dream at all...it's real, it's all so very real...what

Excellent story! The holidays are always fun to write bagged tales around. Here's one of my own if you're interested in taking a look. Great work!


A Christmas Tale
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It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except a young man who had doubts.
The kids at school told stories so that his Christmas spirit they would steal. They said they didn’t believe in Santa; that the big man wasn’t real.
Knowing this couldn’t be true, Alex vowed to find a solution fast. A pict

I just reread this, maybe pre-delivery to the "Lucky Recipient" you might want to lose the "Hello Kitty" nightgown, well maybe replace it would be better for you!!!


Fun story! So many directions to take this if you wanted. Kind of fun to make up your own ending. Did you ever see Robin Williams do his bit about his subconscious and what a dark beast it was. As he snarled and did a Kwasi-Moto walk across the stage. That is how I think of mine, and it can be sort of dark at times, or just playful. I went for a playful ending.


yeah, I keep telling myself I'm going to write an ending to this but maybe it's best left as it is, for the reader to make up their own 


There are so many ways this could go, it would be a difficult choice. I heard the "Big Fella" was keeping you for himself. He has a special house just for you.
It is reported that he has the house stocked with "special toys" and this new soft touch type of rope he is looking forward to trying!!!!
So many choices!!!!!
It is reported that he has the house stocked with "special toys" and this new soft touch type of rope he is looking forward to trying!!!!




So many choices!!!!!


maybe he can throw the girl in a big hopper where christmas presents are wrapped up with it, and the machine do it automatically. the machine sting the girl first with a needle full of sleeping drug, and the girl sleeps, and the machine put a gag in her mouth and wrap her up completly in present paper and then a big opening open where the girl is and she falls with all the presents in a big christmas sack, and the 8 girls (that are helping in the wrapping present factory, see the presents fall in the bag and then one of them noticed a little hair sticking out of the presents, and they smile widley because they know knew that someting special present is in the full sack this year. and then they would tie the big sack tight shut and drag it to the sled

Obviously Part 2 should be returning to Santa's workshop to insure there are no quality defects before delivery. Part 3 would actually be delivery. I will leave it to the active imaginations of all who read this to fill in the blanks.

MMmmmm
I wonder if Santa has a mind control device to place upon her or maybe sprays/syringes to keep her plaefull and unhibited for the lucky guy who gets his toy 



A delightful tale! I'm so glad I saved it to read now -- like keeping a Christmas present for later, after everyone else has opened theirs. 
Count me among those who would love to read further adventures of Santa's Toy.

Count me among those who would love to read further adventures of Santa's Toy.


“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.”
Although I was hoping that Santa was speaking of me as the 'exceedingly good' 'young man', alas, there was no Curiodd Dollie under my tree this year. Perhaps I'll have to be even better next year.
Although I was hoping that Santa was speaking of me as the 'exceedingly good' 'young man', alas, there was no Curiodd Dollie under my tree this year. Perhaps I'll have to be even better next year.
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