“The red one!”

“There are ten red ones!”

“The biggest one!”

We must have gone way off course, because we hit a massive jumpand our whole sleigh went airborne. We sailed past the top of a tree and thenover another.

“Should I hit it yet?” Flash yelled back to us.

“Not yet!” I yelled.

“Now?!”

“No!” I was waiting to feel the cock start to slide deeperinto me. A perfect indicator that we were starting to lose altitude. Or maybethat wouldn’t work. I wasn’t sure…there was no time to figure out the physics. Ijust waited for a gut feeling and yelled, “NOW!”

Flash hit the button.

Chapter 17 – Cum Down My Chimney

Christmas Eve, 2013

For a second I thought the sleigh had exploded.

And in a way, it had.

The railings blew off the sides.

Santa’s sack exploded into a million presents flying everywhich way.

And the heavy metal skis fell off the bottom.

All that was left was the floor, the dashboard, and thebench.

“AHHHHHHH!” yelled Ash as we kept falling.

And then the parachutes deployed.

It took them a second to open up. But as soon as they did, ourfall was halted. We slammed down on the banana bros cocks and our lights lit upagain.

What was left of our sleigh slowly drifted to the ground,landing gently on a familiar balcony.

Santa had timed his ejection a little better, so his sleighlanded higher up on the roof of the hotel.

“Are we alive?” asked Ash.

“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka. “Sleigh ride very fun. How we goagain?”

I looked around at our ruined sleigh and stood up. “Thatmight have to wait for next year.”

Slavanka pouted.

“I think I’m dead,” said Ash. “I feel so cold.”

“That’s because we’re outside in a blizzard,” I said. “Let’sgo inside.” I glanced at the sliding glass door to my bedroom. Chad was sleepingsoundly inside, completely oblivious to the sleigh that had just crashed on hisbalcony.

“We’ll meet you in there,” called Santa from the roof.

“How are you gonna get in?” I asked. “You can probably climbdown. Slavanka did it earlier.”