Rudolph raindeer POV
I think Mrs Santa smells like pinewood. I can’t pinpoint exactly when I started thinking it. But now, it’s a fixture. Whenever she comes close, the scent of pinewood fills the air. It’s easily the most exotically pleasing scent. I wonder what other parts of hers smells exotically pleasing. If I am to take a guess though, I would say her p***y.
I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Santa would probably have me banished from the north pole if he finds out how much I would like to take a whiff of his wife’s p***y.
There’s also the fact that I’m a reindeer.
My chance to make s**t happen comes sooner than I expect. It’s funny how the universe conspires to make things happen when you wish it hard enough. Paul Coelho definitely knew what he was doing when he wrote
