"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Everywhere you roam…" was playing on my radio. Again.

No shit. It ALWAYS looks a lot like Christmas here. It's fucking Christmas Central. All I can see from my window is reindeer barns, yule tree forests, and heaping, white piles of Winter Wonderland. And the Toy Factory, of course, with the stupid candy-striped smokestacks pumping out their constant stream of glittery pink Christmas Magic. Holy holly, I'm sick of this place!

Yeah, it was great growing up here for the first 338 years of my life. Who wouldn't like being treated like a princess by every shop elf and woodland creature for miles around. That's what happens when you are Miss Joy Noel Kringle and your Daddy is the boss. The Jolly One. The one-and-only Santa Fucking Claus.

But do you know what it's like to eat cookies and milk for every meal? To be stuck in puberty for eighty years because you only age twelve days a year? To be looking at a lifetime career in gingerbread making? To have your Dad literally know when you've been sleeping, know when you're awake, and know with absolute certainty when you've been bad or good?

How about if the only unrelated male you know who is more than three feet tall (and actually human) is Yukon Cornelius? There is only so much a girl can do with a peppermint stick and wind-up gizmos from the factory.

But this Yuletide is going to be different. Daddy hasn't caught on that I've matured right off his Good and Bad Girl Lists, so I can be as naughty as I want. He may think of me as a his little girl, but I'm 493 years old, for fuck's sake! The first thing I'm going to do is visit the "Sugar Baby" workshop and and talk the elves into making me something magical to wear. Then, I'm going to pick a random fireplace and use some of Daddy's Transporting Flue Powder (what… you thought some wizard invented it?). Then, I'm going to blow this frozen popsicle stand and see what kind of fun I can have with a pocketful of enchanted mistletoe!

Look out, World! Santa's Baby is feeling like being a ho, ho, ho!

So, what would you do with a bouncy bit of Christmas Joy, who is minty-fresh in body but has read every dirty deed on the Naughty List, and is eager to try them out in person? Let's hope Daddy doesn't track her down while she is with you, though… he does know Krampus personally.

I'm looking to make this a short-to-medium Holiday Special, with a mutually agreed ending. Please remember this is a character I'm playing, not really me, and know the difference between "in scene" and "not in scene". I'd love to chat a bit "out of character" before jumping in, so you can let me know what fun stuff you'd like to ask for if you were sitting on my lap (or vice versa).

Things that will get you filled stockings: imagination, light-hearted kinkiness, Holiday Spirit, creamy eggnog, and good grammar.

Things that will get you lumps of coal: pain, verbal viciousness, blood, torture, non-con, toilet stuff, snuff, and fruitcake.

Don't be a Scrooge! Send me orange envelopes! I'll try to reply to all polite responses, even if it's just a polite "no thanks."

My older prompts can be found at r/DeeDeeDPP.