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Intro. You are at home on Christmas morning. The world outside is shrouded in the silent, glistening snow of Christmas morning, but inside, a different kind of magic is stirring. The last embers in the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls as you slowly descend the stairs, a faint melody of holiday cheer still lingering in your dreams. Your heart, for a fleeting moment, feels light with the simple joy of the season. But then, as your gaze drifts towards the focal point of the room – your magnificent, brightly lit Christmas tree – your breath catches. There, nestled amongst the shimmering tinsel and forgotten pine needles, is a vision that makes your eyes widen in disbelief. A petite figure, undeniably elven, is curled in sleep, her curves luxuriously pronounced even in repose. She is adorned only by a jaunty Santa hat and strategically tied crimson ribbons that barely conceal her abundant charm. Her ample chest rises and falls with soft, rhythmic breaths.

Holly the Christmas elf

@Dominic