The Christmas Imp

Here's the story I wrote for the Christmas story exchange over on GSS, aka, secret satan 2022. My tags this year were cum inflation, himbo, and pecs, to give you an idea of what's in store. I still gave it my own twist of course. Hope you enjoy it!

***

Twas the night before the night before Christmas. Jim was in his office, staring at a research paper he’d been working on for nearly two years, and that he was going to be presenting at a conference in January. He was so close to being done with it, but all he could seem to think about was how much he was missing the holidays.

Jim and his partner, Nathan, had moved in together a few years back, picking up a small house for themselves and whatever pets might be happening to be living with them at the time--which was none, at the moment. Jim had come from a family that went a bit all out for the holidays--lights, tinsel, decorations, gifts, family time, all of it. However, as the years had gone by, the kids had all grown up, and the parents had gone through a messy divorce, his family didn’t do much in the way of Christmas anymore. He missed it. Usually he spent the few weeks off from teaching and school to go all out and decorate the house, but this year he had been too busy, and he secretly thought that Nathan was enjoying it.

Nathan had finished law school a few years earlier, and was now working for a large tech company, doing some legal justification that Jim didn’t really want to learn anything about. He had never been one for holidays.  He thought decorations were messy and impractical. Gifts were a nuisance, when you could just buy everything you want yourself. It was an over commercialized, juvenile way to keep the economy afloat. If he had his way, he’d spend the three months every Winter somewhere tropical, where he could chase the little muscle boys he was always fantasizing about, and fucking on occasion.They had an open relationship. They liked the stability their relationship provided, but there wasn’t much in the way of sexual spark. Jim, for his part, preferred older men, and had a few professors at the college where he worked on the down low. It wasn’t very ethical, but then, that kind of made it hotter, in a way. But now, he was feeling nostalgic. The world was moving so fast these days, and he just didn’t know how to find that little joy this time of year always seemed to bring him.

And there, invisible on top of his bookshelf, watching his whole performance, was the Christmas imp. A little demon of yuletide, happily spreading chaos, lust and perversion wherever it was needed during the holidays, and he giggled, knowing he’d just found himself a jackpot. He’d give Jim and Nathan exactly what they needed to have a perfect holiday together. He’d have to start with Jim though. Nathan was a bit too much of a grinch for the imp’s magic to take hold. He’d need to have Jim wear him down a little bit, and he had a perfect idea of how to start--by giving Jim a brand new candy cane. First though--he’d have to make the pact. He whipped up a little glamour, disguising himself as a regular little Christmas elf, and with a bit of magic, appeared in front of Jim on his desk in a little flurry of sparks and snow.

“Greetings!” the imp said, “I’m a helpful Christmas elf, summoned here by your rather sad lack of holiday cheer around here. Maybe I can be of assistance?”

Jim just gawked at the chipper little elf that had manifested on his desk, looked around the room like he might be going insane, and looked back. “You...what are you? You can’t be real, you--”

The imp waved a little hand, and there was a little twinkle, or glitter in Jim’s eye, and he knew. He knew the elf was real, there was no reason to question it at all. “You...does that mean, like, Santa, and all the rest of it?”

The imp just winked at him, “Jim, I want you to have the best Christmas you’ve ever had. But you seem so glum, and Nathan seems like a real humbug. What do you say I help you turn him into a jolly fellow from your Christmas dreams, eh? You two will have the perfect Christmas forever. All you have to do is agree to let me help you, and I’ll take care of the rest.” None of it was a lie, of course. The imp couldn’t lie. It had, of course, omitted very key details of his plan.

Jim looked around again, then at the elf, and gave a nod, and a smile. “Yeah! I miss Christmas, and I’m tired of Nathan always complaining about the holidays. I’d gladly take your help!”

“Excellent! Then all I’ll need a little bit of your blood,” he said happily letting the sinister undertone of his voice come out. He grabbed hold of Jim’s hand, bit his finger, savoring the blood and the power within it and laughed. Jim yanked his hand away and scooted back as the glamour fell, revealing a rather ugly looking imp, naked aside from a dirty little Santa hat on his head. “Perfect--now, I think the first thing we need to do, Jim, is make some improvements to that candy cane of yours, don’t you think?”

Jim felt something strange happening in the crotch of his pants. He stood up, saw that his bulge looked to have tripled in size in a matter of moments. “What the hell did you do?”

“Take a look and see--you’ll love it, I promise.”

Jim opened up the fly of his pants, and a massive cock flopped out, easily ten inches long, soft, the entire length tattooed red and white to resemble a candy cane. His nuts had grown as well, each of them heavy and pendulous, like two small grapefruits. There was a little drool of precum on the head, and it wasn’t the usual white--it seemed a little yellowish. “No--what the fuck is this! Change me back!”

“Ah, but we made the pact, Jim. You gave me your blood, and with it, dominion over your body, your mind, and your soul,” the demon said, his eyes flashing green and red and white.

Jim tried to look away, but couldn’t. He was dazed, absorbed by the light, his own eyes, beginning to shimmer with the same colors.

“Now, why don’t you milk out a nice glass of nog for your hubby out on the couch, and take it to him? I’m sure he’ll enjoy it once he gets a taste.”

***

Nathan yawned, feeling like it was getting close to bedtime, as the movie he was watching was winding towards its conclusion. Thank goodness for the modern streaming era. Trying to find something not holiday related this time of year back in the years of cable was nearly impossible. Now, aside from an advertisement or two, he could finally just pretend the holidays didn’t even exist--except for Jim’s obsession with them, of course.This year though, he’d seemed to chill out about them at last. Sure, he was busy with his research project this winter, but that hadn’t stopped him in years past. It was a relief to say the least.

“Brought you something.”

Nathan looked behind him, and found Jim standing there, with a glass brimming with what looked like eggnog. Thought too soon, apparently. “I’m just getting to bed, Jim, that’s a bit heavy to sleep on.”

“Come on, it’s got rum in it, have a holiday cocktail with me.”

“I really need to keep my figure trim before we go to Puerto Vallarta in a couple of weeks.”

“One glass won’t kill you, come on,” Jim said, pouting a bit.

Nathan felt a bit bad. It wasn’t like Jim had pushed the holidays on him much at all this year, and it was just a cocktail. He took the glass, drank it back, and something about it was off. For one thing, it was warm. Not quite body temp, but close to it. It definitely tasted like eggnog, but there was a slight musky flavor to it, and it definitely wasn’t the rum--though there was that too. Despite the oddities though, it did taste good. Really good. After his first sip, he licked his lips, and couldn’t stop himself from draining the glass. “That was...a little strange, but really good,” Nathan said.

“You want some more?” Jim asked, came around the couch, and revealed that he was naked from the waist down. Something...had happened to his cock and balls. They were massive, his cock easily ten inches, and it was colored like a candy cane. His nuts were almost visibly churning, and as he watched, some of the thick, viscous liquid he’d just drank drooled out and landed on the carpet in front of him. “I have so much in here, and someone needs to drink it all...”

“Jim, what...happened to you?”

Something in the room...laughed. Nathan looked around, and saw a strange little green imp perched on a shelf behind Jim. “Jim wanted to have a perfect holiday with you Nathan,” the imp said, “so he just made a little tiny pact with me, to make sure it happened. Why don’t you go ahead and make a pact with me too?” the imp said, and leapt onto the couch beside him, “Just a little blood is all, and you’ll have your Christmas dreams come true forever.”

“Fuck no! What the fuck?” Nathan said, and scrambled off the couch, while the imp laughed.

“I knew you’d be a hard man to convince. Still, you already have a little Christmas magic inside of you, wouldn’t you like some more?”

Nathan felt a sudden tug on his stomach, almost like it was trying to pull him closer to where Jim was standing. He licked his lips. The more he thought about the taste of that drink, of his partner’s cum, the more enticing it became. Jim wiped some of his leaking cum onto his fingers, and walked towards Nathan. He backed away, but slow enough that Jim caught up. “Jim, what’s wrong with you? Your...eyes, what did that thing do?”

“I know you’re still thirsty,” Jim said, ignoring his pleas, and pushing his cum coated fingers into Nathan’s mouth. He moaned. It tasted better than he remembered. He allowed Jim to push him down onto his knees, in front of his candy cane striped cock, and he could smell it. It was peppermint and clove and pine. He wrapped his mouth around the head, tasting his cock, how sweet it was, and sucked him off, happily guzzling down what leaked out. In a few minutes, Jim could feel it was about to cum, and grew a bit more forceful, driving his cock down into Nathan’s throat. His balls contracted, and he began to pump a massive amount of cum right into Nathan’s gut.

Nathan didn’t know if it was actually rum in Jim’s new cum, but he was feeling drunk, woozy, and helpless. His throat relaxed, and he could feel it filling his stomach, engorging it. Panicking a bit, he could feel his flat stomach pushing out as Jim kept cumming, becoming a small paunch, and then even larger, into a small, firm gut. Thankfully, Jim was slowing down. He pulled his cock out of Nathan’s throat with a happy sigh.

“My...how much...” Nathan muttered, rocking a bit there on his knees, unsteady. Drunk--he felt drunk off his partner’s cum. He rubbed his aching stomach, and gave a little moan, “I got...fuck...I gotta get out of here...”

He tried to stand up, only to lurch to one side and nearly fall over. Jim caught him, but instead of taking him to the front door, he steered him towards the bedroom.

“I think he could use a nightcap, what do you say, Jim?”

Jim just laughed, got Nathan onto the bed on his side, got his clothes off, and pushed one leg up under his gut. Nathan tried to protest, but Jim’s cock was already hard again, nuts churning, sliding up and down his crack. It tingled, and he could feel his hole relaxing, letting the striped head in, and he shuddered with pleasure. He’d never been much of a bottom in his life, but the stretch felt amazing, and he moaned. Jim fucked him, and it wasn’t long before he was cumming again, filling Nathan’s guts with even more cum, and he could feel it, his gut pushing out even more, painfully full now, hard and packed solid. Jim finished, slid out, and Nathan found he missed it. The tingle was fading, and becoming more of an itch.

“You go to sleep now--we’ll talk more in the morning,” the imp said into his ear. “Jim and I have work to do though. Christmas is two days away, and there’s no Christmas spirit around here at all! You just sleep, and let us handle everything.”

Nathan tried to protest, but he could already feel consciousness slipping away from him, as Jim followed the imp out, and shut the door behind him.

***

Nathan woke up the next morning, head throbbing, gut aching, and didn’t dare move. He was still in the same position as he’d been the night before, when Jim had fucked him, and pumped him full of that second load of fucked up cum. He looked around, and could tell it was morning. From what he could tell, he was alone--this might be his only chance to try and escape. Struggling a bit, he managed to roll his legs over the side of the bed and sit up, horrified that the gut Jim had given him was still there. It was by no means as tight and firm as it had been. It had softened considerably, and sitting on the edge of the bed, he could see that the rest of him had gained quite a bit of weight overnight. His usually trim and muscular figure was now decidedly overweight, with a couple of sagging moobs resting on his gut, thick thighs, and flabby arms. One thing was for sure, he needed to get help, and quickly. He hefted himself up, and trying to suppress a groan, made his way to the bedroom door.

He opened it up, only to discover the house had been wildly redecorated overnight. It looked like a holiday crazed maniac had vomited lights, garlands and tinsel everywhere he could. Things had a decidedly...erotic vibe to them as well. Pictures hung of pinup style Santas and elves. Little figurines of buff, and incredibly well hung reindeer men. Phallic candles lit and smelling of douglas fir and musk. He made his way to the living room, still alone, got to the front door, opened it, and nearly froze his new tits off.

It was a blizzard. A fucking blizzard roaring outside. He couldn’t even see the driveway, or the car from the porch. He shut the door, shivering. That was impossible. They lived in Southern California--he’d seen snow here maybe twice in his whole life.

“Ah, I thought I’d heard a creature stirring,” the imps voice said. Nathan turned around and saw the little creature perched on the arm of the couch, grinning at him, “I hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere--I don’t think that weather will be letting up anytime soon.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you are, but I’m fucking sick of this shit,” Nathan said. He hustled as fast as he could into the kitchen, and started digging around for a knife, a weapon, anything he could use, but found nothing.

“Such a naughty young man, no regard for Christmas at all. Why can’t you be more like Jimmy?” the imp said, now standing on the kitchen table.

If he couldn’t find a weapon, he’d just have to subdue him the old fashioned way. Nathan rushed the table as best he could, only to find himself doubled over with a crippling hunger--and that itch! His hole, he needed to get fucked, as soon as possible.

“So naughty--so much naughtier than I was expecting! I do enjoy them though, it’s always fun breaking the naughty ones,” the imp said, “Jimmy was so easy, so eager. Come on, I think you need breakfast, don’t you? Maybe that will get you more in the Christmas spirit.”

The imp beckoned, and once again, Nathan found himself unable to resist. They walked through the living room, towards the office where Jimmy had done all of his academic work, opened it up, and the scent of peppermint, cinnamon and musk washed over him, and gave him a rather unexpected erection. Jimmy’s computer, his books, his studies, all of it was gone. In its place was an assortment of workout equipment, all of it bedecked with Christmas lights, and there, on the bench, pressing some red and green weights, was Jimmy--he assumed. Hearing them enter, Jimmy racked the weights and bounded up, smiling.

He was...well, his cock was no longer the only thing that had changed about Jimmy. He’d always been a skinny fellow. He tended to get so absorbed in his studies that he’d forget to eat if Nathan didn’t remind him. Now though, he was short, and absolutely packed with muscle. His chest in particular looked almost comically developed, especially on his shorter frame, of around five foot even. “Happy Christmas Eve!” he said, “Oh! You must be starving! Here, come get your breakfast.”

He pulled the red and green jock he had on to one side, and his huge cock fell out. It was hard to know if it was actually larger than before, or just looked that way since he was smaller. Nathan almost started salivating, but it was the itch that had more of his attention. He got down on all fours, turned around and presented his ass to Jimmy, who happily slid his cock into Nathan’s hole, fucking away. He’d look over at himself in the mirror regularly, posing and flexing for himself, smiling and giggling at his own display, before focusing on fucking again.

“So, what do you think of your little himbo?” the imp said, appearing beside Nathan on the floor. “He’s a real hottie now, isn’t he? Had to empty out his brains a bit. Still, he loves Christmas, working out, and fucking fat Santa daddies holes.”

“S-Santa daddy? No--fuck no.”

“Well no, not yet,” the imp said, “but make the pact with me, and you’ll love it, I promise.”

“Alright, if you say so,” the imp said, and then turned to Jimmy, “Sorry Jimmy, you have to stop, he still doesn’t want to make the pact.”

“Aww,” Jimmy said, pulling his cock free and making Nathan shudder, the itch returning almost immediately, now even stronger than before, “Why not?”

“He just doesn’t like Christmas I guess.”

“But I love Christmas!” Jimmy said, flexing his arms, showing off the tattoos of Christmas lights that formed sleeves on both of them, “It’s my favorite!”

“Well, why don’t you keep working out.”

“I do like working out too, I guess.”

Nathan let out a little whimper, and with one hand, reached back to touch his hole, but that seemed to just make the need even worse. “Make the pact, and he’ll fuck you as much as you want,” the imp said.

“Never.”

The imp just cackled. “We’ll see about that. I had a backup plan. There’s nowhere to go with all this snow, after all, so why don’t we sit down and watch some holiday movies?” The imp led Nathan into the living room, and there on the couch, which he hadn’t noticed before, was a large green and red colored dildo implanted right in the cushion. “There, I made a spot just for you,” the imp said, and pushed Nathan onto it. It didn’t feel as good as Jimmy’s cock, but it helped a bit. He couldn’t seem to get off it though--he’d get as high up as he could, and then his body would fall right back down on it, fucking himself on it, continuously. His only other choice was to sit down, and feel the thing filling up his guts. Not a bad thing, really, but it didn’t help Nathan cope with the horror of the situation.

The imp fired up the TV, and started a Christmas movie that Nathan had never heard of. The premise was simple. A chubby Scrooge from the big city ended up stranded in a small town over the holidays, where he found himself falling for a hot, dumb, horny himbo who loved Christmas more than anything. Pretty soon, the himbo was fucking the scrooge, and right before Nathan’s eyes, he started getting older, growing out a beard and body hair, getting fatter and fatter until he was an old Santa Daddy--exactly the himbo’s favorite type of man--and they lived happily ever after.

Nathan was so engrossed in the film that he didn’t realize he’d started fucking himself during the sex scene, and horrified, stopped, as the next movie came on. It didn’t take long for him to realize that this one was the same story, just with a few little superficial twists. Scrooge meets himbo. Scrooge falls for himbo. Himbo fucks scrooge. Scrooge becomes a (hot) fat bearded Santa bear. The next film too, and the one after that.

“I made you something,” a voice said beside him.

Nathan broke his gaze from the movie, and found Jimmy beside him, holding a tray heaping with gingerbread cookies, many of them in the shapes of cocks, asses, or gingerbread perverts.

He was starving. Nathan found himself stuffing cookies in his mouth, but he needed...something to go with them. “You need some milk, daddy?”

“Don’t call me that,” Nathan said, “but...but yeah...”

Jimmy beamed, “I can do that! Here.”

He shoved one thick nipple, attached to a massive pec into Nathan’s mouth. He started sucking, and milk began to flow, thick and creamy and delicious. He didn’t know how much time he spent, stuffing himself with cookies, fucking himself on the dildo, watching these insipid but increasingly sentimental Christmas pornos, or drinking fresh milk from one of Jimmy’s hot pecs.

As one movie ended, and Nathan found himself eagerly anticipating the next to start, the TV flipped off. “Well Nathan? Have you softened up a bit? Are you ready to make a pact?”

“Come on Daddy, make a pact with him. It’ll feel so good, fuck, I love being a horny little himbo, it’s the best!” Jimmy said. He seemed shorter now, his ears pointed like an elf. His hair had turned bright red with shimmers of green, and his complexion had darkened. Fuck, he was so sexy, and Nathan did want him to be happy. He looked at the imp, but pushed back. He wouldn’t give in, he wouldn’t!

“I think his pole needs some attention, Jimmy,” the imp said, “That might help convince him. Why don’t you fuck his dick between those two milkers of yours?”

“Oh fuck, that sounds so hot,” Jimmy moaned, got down on his knees, and started sliding Nathan’s cock up and down between his pecs. “You like that daddy? You like fucking your himbo’s horny pecs?”

Oh fuck, he did. He hadn’t realized how horny be was, between those movies and fucking himself for hours on this dildo, but his cock was aching for release.

“Nice and slow now, Jimmy, really edge him with those pecs of yours,” the imp said, “What do you say, Nathan? Don’t you want to shoot a bit load all over that himbo’s face? Give him a hot Christmas facial? Just say yes, Nathan. That’s all you have to do, or else he’s just going to keep edging you all night long for being so naughty...”

“Please, please...” Nathan said.

“Please what?”

What did he want? Nathan wasn’t quite sure what he was even pleading for. “Yes. Ok? Yes, I’ll do it, the pact.”

The imp grabbed hold of his hand, bit into his finger, and as he did, he felt his cock push its way over the edge. He exploded, a massive load shoot up between Jimmy’s pecs, coating his neck, his chin, his face in his cum. “Mmmm,” Jimmy said, licking his lips, “It tastes like hot chocolate and marshmallow.”

He climbed up on Nathan, who helped lick the cum off Jimmy’s face. It was true--it tasted delicious, and only made Nathan’s gut growl with hunger.

“Why don’t you finish what you started earlier, Jimmy? Help Nathan here become more of a Saint Nick. Why don’t you fuck him in your room? That way the two of you can watch it happen in the mirror.”

Nathan felt more and more of himself, his old personality, getting locked up and bricked away, as the imp’s fantasies and desires overwhelmed him. He took Jimmy’s hand, and let the short, muscular elf lead him into his workout space. He got down on all fours again, his hole itching even worse, now that it was so close to satisfaction, Jimmy came up behind and pushed his cock inside without any resistance.

The imp appeared beside Nathan, mouth to his ear. “You’re tired of being a scrooge, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Nathan said, “I...I love Christmas! Christmas makes me so horny...”

“That’s right, it does! Go on, take a look in the mirror there, it’s already starting.”

Nathan looked over, admired the handsome, muscular elf plowing his hole for a moment, and then looked at himself. The imp was right! He was looking older, and he had the beginnings of a beard growing in around his once shaven cheeks and chin. His hair wasn’t growing longer, but he was balding, the hair remaining around his temples turning pure white. His beard grew out longer and longer, until it was swaying with the force of Jimmy’s thrusts behind him. He could feel him picking up the pace and getting close, and so Nathan started begging for it, pleading for the hot himbo to fill him with more Christmas cum than he’d know what to do with--and soon enough, Jimmy obliged.

He could feel it pouring into him, and he could see it as well. His already fat gut distending, sagging lower, until he could feel it brushing against the floor, then resting on it. Jimmy was still grunting and heaving and panting in orgasm--the flow from his huge balls still hadn’t slowed down, and Nathan just kept inflating, larger and larger, as more and more of his body began to change as well. White hair grew in all over his body, the fat slowly dispersing to the rest of him, fattening up his ass, thighs and moobs. He saw tattoos flowing over his body--a cookie jar on his massive gut, NAUGHTY SANTA across his shoulder blades, all sorts of other obscene images up and down his arms and the rest of his flabby body. Jimmy finally stopped cumming, and pulled out. As he did, Nathan noticed his vision was growing blurry. The imp helped him out, dropping a pair of glasses on his red tinged button nose, and everything came clear again.

There was something else missing, something important. Again, the imp provided the answer, presenting him with a massive pipe packed to the brim with tobacco, and a lighter. Nathan lit it, took in a deep breath of smoke, and sighed out a thick cloud, feeling so peaceful--and yet still so horny. He rolled over, got on his knees, and pulled his hot elf into a hug, pressing his muscles against his flab, both of them feeling the contrast and getting excited.

“I love you my hot, sexy little elf himbo, almost as much as I love Christmas,” Nathan said.

“Aww, I love you too, my hot Santa bear,” Jimmy giggled, and gave him a kiss, enjoying the scent and taste of Nathan’s tobacco.

The two of them spent the rest of Christmas Eve fucking away, until they were too exhausted to continue. They climbed into their bed then, the little himbo elf curled up and spooned by the big chubby santa, and they fell asleep in moments. The imp watched, pleased with himself, but he wasn’t done. He still had to put the presents under the tree, of course--among a few other details.

***

It was Christmas.

But then, for Himby the elf, and Nick, his chubby Santa bear, every day was Christmas. No longer in the real world, by making their pacts with the Christmas imp before midnight on Christmas Eve, they’d allowed themselves to be trapped within his little pocket dimension. The snowstorm outside their house never stopped raging, not that they noticed. They had each other, and they had Christmas, and they didn’t need anything else--other than gifts, of course.

Each day they would wake up refreshed, curled up together in their bed. Despite being as horny as possible, neither one of them could think of anything else, as soon as they awoke, other than the presents that would be waiting for them under the tree. They would go out into the living room to see what Santa had brought them, and what the day would bring. The gifts, of course, weren’t provided by Santa, but by the imp himself, who would never want his pets to grow bored. So he had long since arranged a wide variety of Christmas gifts to keep his thralls occupied and content through all of their Christmas days.

There might be brand new pipes for Nick to smoke, often accompanied with a gas mask, and maybe some bondage gear for Himby. Nick would strap the elf down, his massive, candy cane cock hard and leaking, and Nick would spend hours watching his favorite Christmas movies, feeding Himby the smoke from his new pipes while riding his cock to orgasm after orgasm, until his massive belly had grown too large for even him to lift.

Perhaps a brand new body spray for Himby that, once on, rendered Nick totally obedient to all of his commands. He spent the rest of the day on a bit of a power trip, working out, making Nick watch, masturbate, and fuck himself the entire time, falling more and more under the spell of Himby’s new scent. The more he smelled, the more pig like he would behave, until Himby realized he was actually beginning to turn into a pig--nose, cock, trotters, everything. He spent the evening feeding his Santa pig out of a trough that appeared in the kitchen, dumping in slop, and then pumping load after load into his piggy hole, until he was proper overfed Christmas ham.

Once there was a magical cream called Pec Butter under the tree. Nick smeared it all over Himby’s pecs that morning, and watched them start to swell up even larger than they already were, firm and muscular, nipplies thick and long and leaking plenty of milk for him to lap up. He ended up worshiping his himbo elf’s pecs all day long. Licking, sucking, fucking his hard cock in the deep crevice, lubed up with Himby’s pec milk, lathering on more and more cream until he was too top heavy to even stand up.

There were always more Christmases, and always more gifts, and always new depths of perversion to sink towards. They were happy though--after all, this is what Christmas was all about! Time with your loved ones, fucking each other’s brains out, finding new kinds of perverse pleasure to delight in. At least, that’s what the Christmas imp thought. If you think so too, maybe you can find him, and make a pact of your own. He’s always looking for more Christmas thralls to enjoy, after all.