Eb thought maybe this was just some odd social call, but after leaving a hefty deposit in Eb’s hungry bunghole, Santa Mack explained his business.
“You’ve lost sight of what matters, Eb,” Mack began. “You need to gain some perspective.”
Eb started to reply, but Mack smacked his nuts hard to quiet him. “You’re going to have some visitors tonight. Specters. Ghosts. The Ghost of Christmas Past, of Christmas Present, and of Christmas future. They’re going to show you WHY you need to change your perspective and live a little–and let your guys live a little also.”
And then, poof. Mack was gone. Eb decided he must have already fallen asleep and was dreaming all of this, a wet dream to be sure, since there was jizz everywhere, but then his bunghole ached in that great way he liked, but no, it had to have been a dream, so tried to go back to sleep.