What can I getcha? A what-you-say? Holy huh? Could you turn down your... ? Heavenly wha... ? Comma? ... Oh, okay, sure. No prob. Gotcha. Merry Christm...s. Bye. Hello. Santa's Secret Shop. Elf Norbert speaking. What can I getcha?"A few short hours later Santa and Mrs. Claus were making final preparations, going over the list, checking it twice. Santa stopped to scratch his beard. "Honey, what's this one? Can you make it out? Those elves have such scratchy penmanship. Looks like 'heavenly come.'. I found it overwhelming how earthlings treat each other, and how wars are fought over territory that didn't belong to them in the first place. You elect presidents and political leaders into office that don't speak for you, but for their own pocketbooks. You mine and plunder your homelands for resources until they have been tapped beyond usefulness, and then wonder why the climate has changed irreparably. Many of these people I saved were on the brink of ground breaking research that easily. I also noticed most of the people had left or were saying good bye to my now very drunken husband, who was sat around the fire pit with three of his friends swaying and talking a little louder than normal.I looked for Paul but he was nowhere to be seen, my heart dropped a beat and I felt empty inside, this shocked me as I felt like a teenage girl again doting over my first crush.I walked outside and asked my husband and his friends if they were ready to call it a night as the BBQ had gone out. The room was filled with various things all over the place. I was getting tired so I laid down on the bench I was watching my k**s from. Then my wife came into the room wearing a small white T-shirt, no jeans, and no panties. Her smooth pussy and slit were on display. She walked over to another window that was about 5ft from me to check on the k**s. I could see he big latina ass from where i laid and i wanted it so bad, it made my dick hard just looking at it. She left the room a few minutes.