FSE

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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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I usually do my own annual Christmas themed stories around this time of the year regardless, but I was happy to find out that someone else also has the spirit of the season! So, this year, I am throwing my hat in with Terinastiger's Stocking Stuffer Christmas list! You can find out more about the stocking stuffer event over here in their journal https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10728053/like I did.

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"Jeezus, it's colder than a witch's tit out here" Rory, the short-tailed Lynx camera man complained as the wind whipped the snow about them in a frenzy. Even though he looked twice the size he actually was under the multiple layers of warm clothing, Rowan could still see the feline visibly shaking from the cold.

"Damn straight, cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey" Rowan replied while trying to warm up, hugging his arms tightly about himself as he tried not to drop his expensive microphone marked with his stations infamous 4Q2 moniker. Despite their thick winter clothing, the red deer anchorman could feel the chill right down to his bones, even his antlers ached. "I don't know why I agreed to do this shit."

"Because you're a good, wholesome person and like doing fun stories for the kids" Tina shot back with a playfully radiant smile. It was her idea after all, they were already covering a feel-good story about a team of the youngest explorers to ever navigate the arctic circle. Seeing as they were already so close and it was the season, Tina had thought a brief greeting from the actual "North Pole" would go down a treat back home, at the least it would be worth a few extra views on their social media pages.

"You take that back, Tina Fae!" the red deer stag grinned back at his vixen producer. As much as he hated the cold, he knew that she was probably right about this segment. She always did seem to know what would work best for him, heck, since she'd joined his team, his ratings had never been higher!

"Jeez, get an igloo already you two, would you?" Rory groaned and rolled his eyes at the painfully obvious flirting, while struggling with the heavy camera on his shoulder and the angry wind trying to relocate it to the ground.

"Alright, enough messing around. The wind is picking up, let's get this piece and head back to base camp" Tina suggested. "And stop calling me Tina Fae, otherwise Rory and I will leave your ass out here in the cold for the polar bears to chew on" the vixen admonished the grinning stag playfully.

"Woah, okay boss. Have I ever told you that you're cute when you're angry? Oh...and there are no polar bears in the North Pole" Rowan grinned and held up his gloved hands in surrender.

"In three...two...one..." Tina counted him down so he could begin his segment.

"Gooood morning folks, it's your trusty anchor man, Rowan Oak here with a report right from the North Pole! Well folks, it looks like Christmas might be delayed as conditions outside Santa's workshop are quite terrible as you can see, the wind is picking up and visibility is dropping. It looks like Rudolph is going to have his work cut out for him tonight!" Rowan began, laying on as much anchorman schmooze as he could muster under the circumstances.

As Rowan continued to talk and joke at the camera, the wind grew in ferocity. Before long he could barely see the light of the camera, even though it was only a couple feet in front of him. Then, it suddenly wasn't. He swore he shouted for them, but over the wind, he couldn't even hear the panicked words leave his own mouth. Cautiously he took a step forward, or at least tried to. But the wind was too strong and as soon as he lifted his right foot, Rowan found himself being body tackled by an invisible foe and tumbling down the hill they had been standing on. Of course, there wasn't actually anyone there, but it damn near felt like it with how hard the wind had slammed into him so suddenly.

Rowan groaned when he finally came to a stop after tumbling down the steep slope of the hill he had been at the top of only a moment ago. The deer's immediate reaction was to turn and try climb back up the hill, but the wind and loose snow made it all but impossible. Begrudgingly, he decided his only other option was to try find a way back up the side of the hill instead, hopefully Tina and Rory would still be there waiting for him. However, the longer it took to find a path back up, the colder Rowan became and all too soon his limbs began to feel fatigued and heavy. Walking or even just moving was becoming laborious, all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and sleep. Even just a moment, just to close his eyes for a few minutes and regain some strength, yes that was surely the answer.

Just as he lay down and began to drift off to sleep, Rowan thought he heard sleigh bells jingling in the distance, being carried on the wind. A small red glowing light appeared through the gloom pressing in around him, seeming to be coming closer. There it was, the shape of a person standing over him, just before darkness claimed him.

Rowan's eyes twitched beneath his eyelids as he dreamed of being chased in the dark by a howling monster, it was constantly snapping at his heels and getting closer with every passing second. Then, he heard the same jingling of sleigh bells somewhere. Tina appeared out of the darkness, his long-time friend and work colleague, only now she suddenly was naked and in his lap. She was saying something that he couldn't hear, the wind was still roaring too loud all around them. Not that he needed to hear her words, her actions told him all he needed to know.

The sultry vixen was undoing his pants and starting to go to town on his rapidly swelling length. Rowan watched with a grin as she damn near gagged on his turgid red spear, seeming determined to take him completely into her maw. Curiously he didn't feel the sharp points of her fangs on his flesh how he expected from a vixen, instead her teeth felt surprisingly flat. His hands reached out and brushed through her hair, gripping at her antlers while he bucked up into her maw.

Antlers? Rowan blinked and stared down at the head bobbing in his lap, a decidedly un-vixen like head. Staring back up at him was a rather pretty looking reindeer lady. The confused stag blinked and looked around, he appeared to be in what looked like a cheesy winter cabin right out of a Christmas postcard scene. A roaring fire was going in the fireplace while tinsel and stockings lined the mantlepiece. There was even a fully decorated Christmas tree that was far too tall for the small confines of the cabin, bending at the top against the roof it was crammed under. How the big golden star stayed at the point was beyond Rowan, even beneath the tree were dozens of neatly and intricately wrapped Christmas presents of varying sizes and shapes.

"Vixen, you've already had your turn. Let someone else have a go" a large well-built reindeer snorted as she leaned down to tap her smaller friend on the shoulder.

Vixen? Well, his dream was half right about a vixen blowing him it seemed. As he looked around the cabin, Rowan saw more and more reindeer, female reindeer to be exact. How did he know they were females? Because each and every one of them wore nothing but their antlers and straps of little golden bells around their upper arms and upper thighs. Some wore collars with them on too, while others had various harnesses framing their breasts. The entire scene seemed like something out of a Christmas themed porn movie, which somehow, he had unwittingly become a part of.

"Oh good, he's awake. Now I can safely sit on his face" the smallest reindeer of the group commented, before she knelt down over the startled deer's face. Rowan barely had enough time to notice the little glowing red piercing through her clitoral hood before her heated and slick petals met his lips.

"Christmas cookies?" Rowan thought to himself in surprise, the little reindeer grinding herself down against his muzzle tasted just like the delicious Christmas sugar cookies his Nona used to make when he was a little boy!

A sudden chill licked at his spit slicked pecker, it seemed Vixen had learned to share after all and had finally stopped blowing him. Though from the heavy weight he felt descending down into his lap soon after, perhaps the large well-built reindeer gal who'd chased her away had taken her place. However, it was not a mouth he was feeling on his prick now, this felt infinitely better. Hips were starting to bounce and ride him, perhaps a bit harder than he normally liked, but he was a big strong and virile stag, he could take it.

As the small deer girl rocked and ground down on his snout, Rowan noticed a curious red jewel under her tail. Something was engraved on it, if only she would stop moving so much, he could read what it said. It wasn't to be however, at least not yet, the stag appeared to be doing a bang-up job of pleasuring the face sitting deer that she couldn't sit still. His own antlers kept rapping against the wooden floor below him every time she bucked down onto his tongue and lips, despite being laid down upon what felt like a few plush ottomans pushed together to create a makeshift bed for him.

With a final squeal, the reindeer riding his tongue began to gasp and shudder, letting Rowan feel as her snug inner muscles rippled and squeezed wonderfully around his tongue buried up her delicious snatch. There it was again, sugar cookies! Only, a lot more of the flavor now as she had obviously climaxed from his attentive skill from below. It was only when she pulled away from his muzzle and instead straddled his chest to escape the pleasure he was giving her, that Rowan would finally be able to see the engraving on the red jewel beneath her tail.

"Property of Santa Claus...what the fuck?" Rowan tried to say, but he was rapidly approaching his own climax. Seeing the well-built, bigger reindeer girl, who was currently riding him, forcefully make out with the smaller one he had just eaten out was more than enough to push him over the edge. "Fuck!" Rowan almost shouted as he screwed his eyes shut tight and tried to hold back, but it was of no use. She was riding him slow and hard, but good God did she feel amazing. The stag nearly bellowed as he let loose and began firing off multiple thick ropes of his seed deep inside her, in what seemed a never-ending torrent.

"Bingo!" the larger deer girl suddenly called out, breaking her kiss with the smaller woman to call out.

"That's another one for Blitzen!" Vixen acknowledged as she made a small vertical line on a whiteboard Rowan could barely see up above him without his antlers catching the floor. Looking at what Vixen had written on the board, there were nine names listed and all of them had various numbers of marks beneath their names.

"Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and Rudolph..." Rowan mumbled as he tried to read the upside-down names. "You've got to be shitting me..." the stag snorted in disbelief as he continued to pump the beautiful stranger in his lap full of his seed.

"Other way around, as the song says 'First came Rudolph, then Dasher...'" the smaller reindeer with the piercings turned around to grin down at Rowan. "I came first, then Dasher...right Dash?" Rudolph laughed and looked over at yet another gorgeous reindeer girl, whom was too busy making out with another woman on the nearby sofa to reply.

Rudolph and Blitzen both eventually climbed up off of Rowan before helping him to his feet and get his first real proper look at his surroundings. Outside the windows he could still see the snow whipping past at a rate of knots, the storm was quite obviously raging as hard as ever, but inside it was surprisingly warm and quiet. Or as quiet as the room could be with the soft sounds of gasps, pants and moans as the various beautiful women toyed with one another while waiting their turn with their new toy. As he turned and looked around, Rowan became aware of a strange snug feeling about his balls, as if they were being lovingly cuddled in a soft warm glove. When he looked down at his crotch, it took a moment for him to understand what he was looking at exactly.

"What the hell is this?" Rowan asked curiously as he lightly tugged at the golden string tied about the base of his somehow still rock-hard shaft. It appeared to be connected to a small red velvet sack which had been placed snuggly over his own sack to cradle his orbs gently. Considering the curious reindeer beauties around him, at first, he assumed this was just further roleplay leaning into the strange Christmas theme they had going.

"Oh, that's our never-ending sack of jollies!" Vixen offered with the utmost sincerity while she suggestively rubbed the permanent marker between her perky breasts in Rowan's direction.

"Your sack of what now?" Rowan asked with a frown, briefly distracted by the teasing display.

"It was crafted from left over scraps of Santa's gift sack. You know, the one that seems bottomless?" Rudolph offered with a grin, but when she saw that Rowan wasn't getting the hint, she pressed on. "We had the elves work it a little, so it's still bottomless, only...on you. So, you can keep cumming as much as we want, until the sack is removed at least. The golden string keeps you hard too, think of it as a magical cockring if you will."

"So that means..." Rowan turned to look at the scoreboard and began counting the stripes. "Twenty-three..."

"Yep, best on record so far!" Rudie cheerfully clapped Rowan on the shoulder as he counted how many times they had made him cum for their enjoyment. Most times he was lucky for three climaxes, even then that would have to be spaced out over a couple of hours given is refractory time. Then again, he didn't quite know how long he'd been unconscious for either, which meant he could've been missing without a trace for who knew how long.

"Relax, you haven't been out for that long. A couple hours at most" Rudie nudged his side reassuringly, as if reading his mind. "That's by our time in here too, in the outside world it's only been...a couple of seconds, give or take a second" the small pretty reindeer stated while working out the math on her fingers. It was only now that Rowan was getting a good look at her, she was the shortest of the lot, but also perhaps the most unique and possibly even the most attractive. Though her antlers were smaller than most of the other girls, they were immaculately polished to look like ivory. She also had strange piercings, what appeared to be a small glowing red heart was attached to a small silver loop septum piercing. There were matching piercings through her small, dark brown nipples which capped a pair of smallish but perky breasts, and another through her clitoral hood, each glowing with a soft soothing red glow.

The stag frowned at this bit of information, if these reindeer where really who they seemed to be, that would mean that the Fat man was actually real also. The time dilation would also explain how he travelled the world so fast as well, though he still wasn't quite sure how that worked. Any normal person might have pressed for more information on that point, but Rowan was no normal person. Nor was he without distractions either, even though he had apparently cum twenty-three times in who knew how long, his balls still felt uncomfortably full, as if he'd been blue balled constantly for the last month at least. He had never quite felt like this before, they felt almost uncomfortably overfull somehow, though he wasn't sure that was even anatomically possible. As if offering a solution to the growing discomfort, his attention was drawn to a wiggling behind beside him on another sofa which he hadn't noticed before.

This particular pair of beauties had been hidden behind the backrest of another sofa which had been obscuring his view out the windows while laying down, but once he stood up, he could very clearly see them. With a brief look over at Rudie to check if it was okay, his look of hopeful wonder was met by a grinning nod as she encouraged him on. Rowan didn't need any further approval before he knelt behind the presented rear, noting that this lass also had one of the engraved red jewels under her tail stating she was property of Santa Claus. As he paused briefly to look around, he spotted even more such jewels beneath the tails of a few others as well, apparently Santa wanted to make sure only he was allowed in their "chimneys". It seemed the old Fat man rather enjoyed a tight spot or two in his downtime when he wasn't delivering presents, no wonder the old man was always so jolly.

"Oh...oh fuck" Rowan groaned out as he slid his achingly hard cock deep within the as yet unnamed doe before him. It wasn't even just the fact she felt so hot and slick around him, but as he slid home, the other doe who had been eating her out had let his cock glide along her tongue all the way in and was now proceeding to lick whatever part of his shaft she could while he thrust into her friend above.

Rowan gripped tight about the doe's waist as he hammered his stiffness deep, over and over. He could feel his next climax already starting to bubble over, it was as if the damned magical cockring sack thing of these reindeer was somehow making him overly sensitive. Not that they seemed to mind, he could already see some traces of his mess between a few other doe's thighs, evidently, he'd been with all of them at least once. The scoreboard only confirmed his suspicions in that regard too as each name had at least one mark beneath them.

Soon number twenty-four was under way as the doe on the bottom of the pile tried to suck on his balls within their red velvet sack covering. Rowan wasn't alone in his boiling over pleasure either, the doe he was in full rut with was whimpering and groaning between her friend's thighs as she too came hard. When Rowan tried to pull out before he came inside another stranger, he felt hands slap down on his rump to keep him buried in place so he would be forced to fill the does womb.

"No need to pull out" Rudie offered confirmation from her spot leaning against the backrest of the sofa while she watched the show. "The best treats are cream filled, after all." Rowan couldn't argue with that logic, though truth be told, it was probably his dick doing his thinking for him with how the doe's insides were working his sensitive flesh. Even as his climax began to ebb, Rowan felt that same uncomfortable overfull feeling starting to grow within his own sack once more. Now that he was standing, he could see he wouldn't be short on choices of how to relieve that tension.

"Another for Dancer!" Vixen gleefully cheered when she spotted the pearlescent string of seed connecting Rowan's cocktip to the no longer unnamed doe's slit as he withdrew himself from her. Her friend below eagerly licked and cleaned Dancer of any mess which tried to escape, making the stag groan at the lewd display.

Rowan couldn't help but grin at the sultry Vixen as he passed by, reaching over to grope at her breast before making his way over to three does huddled together on the opposite side of the room, in the midst of a passionate three-way make out session. "Pardon me ladies, mind if I cut in?" he asked as he tapped the middle doe on the shoulder to get her attention.

"That's Cupid, on the left is Comet and on the right is Donner" Rudie offered helpfully as she named the three reindeer beauties Rowan was about to plunder. "They like it a bit rough, so don't be shy" she offered next.

"Do they now, good to know" the stag grinned before he grabbed Cupid by her antlers and guided the doe down to her knees before him, soon having her hot little mouth wrapped about his prick while he forced a kiss to Comet's lips and jammed a hand between both her and Donner's thighs. As he traded impassioned kisses with Donner and Comet, his fingers stirred their insides up while he bucked and thrust into the eager maw of Cupid down below.

"Bravo!" Vixen and Rudie cheered in unison at the stag's display, seeing how their guest was getting into the spirit of things.

"I knew he'd be a good choice" Vixen leaned in close to whisper to Rudolph with a grin.

"Yeah yeah, you and your magical pussy tingle" Rudie laughed and rolled her eyes playfully. "I don't think that's a superpower that'll get you a spot in the X-Men though, even though it is pretty accurate."

Even if this was just a rather vivid dream, Rowan wanted to make the most of it. He had never seen so many beautiful women in one place, let alone ones whom all wanted to fuck him and didn't care about sharing him either. As he traded kisses with Comet and Donner, he noticed the slight hint of mint candy taste on his lips and tongue. Just like Rudolph before, both doe's had a sweet taste about them, as if they'd been sucking on candy canes before kissing him. As strange as their unnatural flavor was, at least what his fingers were feeling down below and between their thighs felt real enough.

Again, it didn't take Rowan very long to boil over within Cupid's muzzle. Though that wasn't a slight against the doe at all, she was no slouch in the cock sucking department by any stretch of the imagination and he was sure that even without the Christmasy cockring he wouldn't have lasted much longer regardless. But with it on and causing him to climax more regularly, the doe was soon forced to swallow a healthy load of virile stag spunk while her two friends were brought to climax by his skilled fingers either side of her.

With a pant, Rowan slipped his stiff length from the heavenly confines of Cupid's mouth, watching as her two friends slumped down in spent happy piles of twitching doe. Again, their three-way kiss resumed, only now they were sharing his seed between themselves, Rowan watching as thin strands of his cum and their saliva appeared and vanished between lips and tongues. The sight was erotic enough that he knew he'd have been stiff again within moments even without the magical golden thread tied about the base of his cock.

"Nnf, damn...this thing doesn't let up, does it?" Rowan huffed and reached down to heft his somewhat larger than normal balls while looking questioningly at Rudie and Vixen, who were still watching from their spot of leaning against the backrest of the sofa.

"Nope, just how we like it!" Rudolph acknowledged with a wink.

"It does make for an interesting challenge...oh, and score one for Cupid!" the stag tapped his nose with a smile at Vixen, who was staring longingly at his slick but still hard cock.

"Oh, right!" Vixen blushed as she was caught out staring, before quickly darting over to add another mark on the board. Though as soon as she turned back around to face Rowan, he instantly spotted the mischievous grin on her lips just as she looked past him at someone else. The stag frowned at the almost imperceptible nod of the does head, but it was very evident she was up to something.

That something soon became clear when she walked toward him, then past him while grasping Rowan by his cock and using it as a leash to guide him over to his next conquest. Vixen climbed up in between two other reindeer onto the now vacant sofa, kneeling hip to hip with Dasher on the left and Prancer on the right. If he hadn't been staring right at it, Rowan would have thought such a thing only existed in teenage fantasies and porn movies. Kneeling before him were three of the most perfect backsides with rather obviously aroused cunts nestled between toned thighs he had ever seen. Beneath each raised spade tail was that now familiar red engraved gem informing the stag these beauties were the property of the one and only, apparently very real, Santa Claus.

As if on autopilot, Rowan found himself approaching the booty buffet and sheathing himself in the first presented fuckhole before giving Dasher a few good thrusts, while reaching over to pump his digits into Vixen's eager quim, after giving her behind a firm appreciative swat. When he switched to fucking the insatiable Vixen, his fingers filled both Dasher and Prancer's cunts to keep them primed and ready for their next fucking, not that they needed it. It was almost as if every cunt in the room with him was in heat and wanted nothing more than to be fucked by any willing male, luckily for them, Rowan was more than willing.

"Fuck, that's hot" Rowan heard Rudolph pant from behind him somewhere. He didn't need to turn and look to know the horny bitch was touching herself while watching him fuck her friends. He could clearly hear her fingers working her slick little pussy in time to his thrusts into whichever cunt he was currently buried in. The little golden sleigh bells jingled musically every time she squirmed from touching herself, or when he bucked in hard against one of the presented rumps before him.

"Watch this" Rowan called over his shoulder smugly as he climbed up onto the sofa, his hands gripping Vixen's antlers to tug her head back to force her to stare up at him while he jackhammered his hips down into her sweltering cunt below. The stag had gotten used to the magical cockring sack thing by now and knew how it affected him, knowing his cock would not go soft even after climax, Rowan intended to put it through its paces.

As soon as he finished hammering a load deep up Vixen's fuckhole, the stag immediately switched to one of the other two presented pussies. Rowan was determined to test the limits of the magical item they'd bestowed upon him. Rudolph watch in awe as there was barely a moments reprieve between each fucking and soon all three kneeling does were filled to overflow with the stag's seed, his white mess marking the soft brown of their inner thighs and dripping to the sofa cushions below.

"That's one way to frost some cookies" One of the other doe's noted as she paused her rough hip grinding with her friend to look over at the three glazed cunts on display.

But it wasn't enough, no sooner had Rowan paused to catch his breath, would the feeling of being overfull returned to his balls. He needed to cum again, soon too, before the discomfort grew too much to bear. Somewhere amidst his mindless and almost savage fucking of Vixen and her friends on the sofa, Blitzen had pinned Rudolph beneath herself to force another passionate kiss upon the smaller doe. With how their hips were positioned, it gave the stag a unique idea. Rowan approached the rather preoccupied women from behind before guiding his length between them. He knew he'd hit the mark when he pushed forward with his hips, hearing both Blitzen and Rudolph give shuddered gasps as his length ground between their mounds which they'd been trying to rub against one another, more importantly, right along their stiff little clits. He could feel Rudie's little piercing against the underside of his cock too, letting him know he was right on target.

With his grip about Blitzen's waist, Rowan began to saw his member back and forth between the two reindeer below. He could feel their hot slick eagerness kissing and gliding smoothly along his prick with every stroke, while it didn't feel as good as being hilted within either of them, it didn't feel that bad just grinding against and stimulating both beautiful women at the same time. The stag was too lost in his own pleasure to notice if either women managed to climax from the stimulation, all that he could focus on was the need to drain his overfull testes once more. So, he did, without concern for the women before him, Rowan fucked his way to another uncounted climax as he spilled his seed between Rudolph and Blitzen, marking both of them with his virile scent.

More, he wanted more...it still wasn't enough. Goddammit, why couldn't he stop cumming? Rowan snorted in frustration, even though he knew he had cum more times than he could remember in the last couple of hours, it felt like he'd never had a release in his entire life. His attention was caught by a glinting red jewel beneath Blitzen's tail, the damned marked jewel that said her behind was off limits. Surely that couldn't be real, he'd pretty much fucked every woman there at least twice if not more, so what was one more? Maybe a tighter hole would finally give him the release he so desperately wanted and needed.

"Naughty naughty, that doesn't belong to you" A deep, jolly voice rumbled as soon as Rowan gently gripped the base of the jeweled buttplug and began to tug on it. Suddenly, the lights in the room began to get unbearably bright, blinding so.

"Rowan! Rowan, there you are!" A panicked voice called out over the howling wind as a small figure appeared through the heavy snowfall. It was Tina, she had found him finally after his tumble down the hill. "Come on, get up. We can't stay out here; you'll freeze to death!" she urged him as she helped the stag to his feet before guiding him back to their vehicle where Rory and their guide were waiting with the engine running and the heater on full blast.

"Where are all the ladies?" Rowan mumbled, sounding half asleep and drunk.

"Shit, you're getting delirious already. C'mon stud, let's get you back to the hotel and maybe I'll give you a kiss goodnight" Tina offered encouragingly as she half pulled, half shoved the larger stag back up the hill.

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HAPPY FATHERS DAY!

"What the fuck is this, some kind of lame joke?" Rowan grumbled as he opened a card someone had left on his desk. It was Christmas again, not Father's Day. After last year and nearly getting killed while reporting on that lame North Pole skit Tina had organized, this year Rowan had made sure he stayed where it was nice and warm. Someone in his newsroom clearly didn't know when that...oh shit...

Rowan swallowed hard as he looked at the front of the card again, what he'd first thought was a cute Christmas scene was actually a collection of very familiar looking doe's wearing sleigh bells and little else. More than half of them had cute gurgling babies in their laps, babies that bore a striking resemblance to him. Just then, Rowan swore he heard the distant jingle of sleigh bells.