Loli Christmas Carol #4: "Scrude for Christmas"

by Pulsar

Afterward, she lay motionless in the afterglow, contemplating her restless night. But once she had fully recovered, she slid her panties back on and raced to her mother's room. "Mom! Mommy! It's Christmas morning! Aren't you gonna get up?"

"Hmmm," moaned her mother, who was still in her party clothes from a venture last night.

"Mom? It's Christmas!"

Finally, her mother opened her bloodshot eyes. "Oh, hi dear," she mumbled. "Look, I'm sorry. Mommy had a little too much wine at the office party last night! I'll get up after a while!"

"But Mommy! You said you wouldn't! I mean... it's not good for you!" protested Eleanor.

"Yes... you're right!" muttered Mrs. Scrude. "But... Mommy just needed a break!"

With that, Eleanor stepped back. She recalled her own future self... 'possible' future self. "I'll be back after a while! I gotta go do something!" And with that, she leaned forward and kissed her mother. "Luv, ya' Mom! I'll be back!"

And thus she raced back to her room. She opened her closet and took out some of her trendy clothes and packed them in a bag. Then, she stepped into her snow skiing leggings and coat, never bothering to dress otherwise. She raced into the garage where her old bicycle she had outgrown years ago sat and looked it over.

Moments later, she was peddling down the salted street that had been covered with snow during the night. She had to stand up, holding the handle bars with one hand and the bag of clothes with the other as she struggled to power that undersized bike.

But after a vigorous ride through her neighborhood, across a quiet main street and into the next neighborhood, she arrived at the humble yet well-kept Crocket house. She pulled the bike up to the front porch and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opened a crack as Bobbi's bespectacled face peaked around, her body still hidden behind the door. Upon seeing Eleanor of all people on Christmas morning, she gasped with ire.

"Meeeeerry Christmas!" cried Eleanor with a big smile. "Now look! Before you say anything and slam the door in my face, just let me say... well... I... I'm like, sorry for all the things I've ever done! I don't like... expect you to forgive me. I guess I don't deserve it. But to prove that I'm like... y'know, serious and all, I've brought you some presents!"

Bobbi stood motionless for a few moments, staring through her wire-framed glasses just trying to contemplate everything. Then, she took a deep breath. "Okay," she said quietly. "I listened. Now, I'm slamming the door in your face!" And then the door closed with a boisterous 'slam!'

Eleanor sighed forlorn, yet she was not surprised. Yet she pounded on the door again. "Wait! Can you at least hear me out?!" she shouted as she banged on the door. "You could at least see what I brought!"

"Go away!" cried a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"No! I will not go away!" she said as she pounded on the door. "I swear I'll sit out here all day until you let me in!" She continued to pound. "Please! Be the good person you are and not the nasty bitch I am and hear me out!" she said as she pounded desperately. "Please," she said softly. Yet soon her shouting faded. The morning was quiet and bright as the rising sun shown down on the fresh blanket of snow in the yard. Soon, Eleanor collapsed to the welcome mat as she leaned against the door. Now she experienced what Bobbi had for years-- rejection! Unable to control herself, she began to cry. She wailed loudly as it all soaked in. Just this one incident was painful enough. But to think of it happening on a regular basis was another thing. "Please listen to me," she shouted as she cried. "I wanna talk to you! And I'll stay here all day and cry if I have too! And my crying is (-sob-) really annoying! Waaaaaah!" But she could hardly speak as she cried uncontrollably. "I'm gonna freeze to death," she said over her wailing. "But (-sniffle-), if that's what you really want... then I'll do it. Just to make you happy! Waaaaah!" However, the door she leaned upon suddenly opened again, causing her to fall backward. Now lying on her back, she had a pristine view of Bobbi's panties as she stood over her in a nightshirt.

Bobbi looked down at her nemesis and the genuine tears. "You're right! Your crying is VERY annoying!" snapped Bobbi. "You sound like a punk rock band out of tune!" Yet the bespectacled nymph sighed in resignation. "But, I know how you feel!" she said. "I felt it plenty. And it's Christmas day, so I wouldn't even wish such a feeling on a little filthy slut like you!" And with that, Bobbi bent down to help her worst enemy back to her feet.

Soon, there came another young sweet voice from around a corner. "Who is it, sissy?" asked Tiny Tina.

"Someone you don't want to meet!" replied Bobbi.

And so Eleanor lugged in the bag of clothing as well as the small bicycle. Bobbi slammed the door shut again, being that the cold outside air was chilling her bare legs. And once inside, Eleanor's heart raced at the sight of Bobbi in her night shirt. Her long legs seemed rather enticing in her eyes. "Well... let me see your knee," she said. "Is the bruise gone?"

Bobbi shrugged yet lifted her leg and bent her knee. "I guess," she said.

"Oh good!" declared Eleanor as she seized her leg and bent down to kiss that bare kneecap. "All better! Honestly, I... I didn't know you'd get hurt!" she said. "Well, now that I'm in, you mind if... well... I like, get comfortable? I mean, this snow suit is getting hot."

Bobbi shrugged. "Go ahead, I guess."

And with that, she removed her coat and unstrapped the leggings. Bobbi nearly gasped as Eleanor slid them down, revealing only her tee shirt and red satin panties. "Ah, yes! This is much better!" she said. "Look! Now we match! Ha-ha-ha! This 'Sisterhood of Bare-Legs' meeting is now called to order!"

All things considered, Bobbi's eyes became fixated on Eleanor's nice figure and shiny flesh for a moment. Yet after her double-take, she stepped back. "So... uh... you uh... want any hot chocolate or anything... since you're here?"

"Well, if you don't mind! Sounds good, actually," she said with a smile. "So where are your mom and dad?"

"Dad's out fixing a power lines," said Bobbi from the kitchen. "The snow caused a blackout in part of the city. Mom's still asleep. She was at the children's hospital until early this morning."

"Oh! I see. Nice parents!" said Eleanor. Yet suddenly from around the corner, a small figure entered the room. There stood Tiny Tina in her pink nightgown as she came in to investigate the visiting stranger. She stood looking with beady eyes. Yet she had put on her leg braces and over-sized tennis shoes that she may walk. Nevertheless, she still wobbled somewhat with each step.

Eleanor made eye contact for a few seconds at that angelic face of innocence. Yet suddenly, she flew off the sofa. "Oh-mah-gawd!" she cried. "Tiny Tina! There you are, you little angel you!" With that, she briskly seized upon Tina and picked her up off her feet. She spun her around a few times. "And how have you been, you little doll, you!" she said as she kissed her all over her cheeks. "Aren't you just the sweetest little thing!" And thus she kissed her some more. "I bet you're ticklish!" With that, she reached around to tickle the fleshy hollow at the back of her knee. "Gotcha!"

Tiny Tina shrieked and kicked. "Sissy! Help!" she cried as she hung in the arms of the stranger.

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you," assured Eleanor as Bobbi came back with the hot chocolate. "In fact, I brought you something!"

"Who are you?" asked Tiny Tina.

"Oh, don't you remember? I'm your favorite aunt!"

"I don't remember," said Tina in her confusion.

"Of course you don't! We haven't met yet!" replied Eleanor. "Here!" she said as she rolled the bicycle over by their Christmas Tree. "I want you to have this! It was mine when I was your age! It's really nice! And with some practice, you'll be riding it all over the neighborhood!"

Both Tina and Bobbi gasped with disbelieve at the announcement. And true, it was a nice bicycle which had been priced for the town's wealthier citizens. Tina could not speak. It was hard to believe that such a stranger would do such a thing.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Bobbi as she sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs.

"Well... she deserves it!" said Eleanor. "And here! I brought you some things too!" With that, she dumped the clothes from the bag into a pile on the floor. And while Tina curiously looked over the bicycle, Eleanor began to sift through the clothing to show Bobbi. "Some of these things I haven't even worn yet. And I'm sure they'd fit you! Here! This polo shirt if from Saks! I mean... a girl like you deserves to go to school in style! And look! This skirt came from Neiman Marcus! Still has the tag on it! Let the kids at school see you in these things!"

Bobbi sighed. "Look! I know you mean really well! And thanks! I really mean it! But still..."

"And look at this!" interrupted Eleanor. "The Gap! I wore it once and it's clean! I mean really! I want the kids to stop making fun of you and... well... these clothes will help!"

But Bobbi sat down on the floor and folded her legs, once again flashing her panties. "Listen! I know you're trying to be nice," she said sincerely. "But... I don't want anyone to like me just because I wear these rich brands! I'm me, okay! I'm just me and no one else. And nothing I wear will change that!"

Eleanor paused and took a deep breath. "I know," she admitted. "But still, I want you to have them! Please take them! I won't tell anyone I gave them to you if that's what you want."

Bobbi sighed as she lazily began to look through the pile. "Well, they're real pretty," she said. "They're very nice. Thank you!" With that, she picked up a pair of Calvin Klein jeans. "Gee, these must the be jeans that are so tight, they look like they're painted on!"

Eleanor giggled. "Yeah! And I'd really like to see you in those when school starts again.

Bobbi shyly grinned as she sorted through the rest of the clothing. But soon Tina had forced herself up on the bicycle. "Can I go out and ride this, sissy?"

"Not yet, hon! It's still cold out and we're not dressed!"

"When can we open the rest of the presents?"

"When Mom gets up and Dad gets home," replied Bobbi. "Why don't you go get dressed!"

"Okay." And thus Tina limped out of the room.

And as Bobbi continued to examine the clothes, she pulled out a rather skimpy pair of shorts with the word 'Cheer' across the bottom.

"Oh-mah-gawd!" she said as she held them up. "You want to give me these?"

"Of course," replied Eleanor with a grin.

"And when... where... would I wear 'em?"

"Well..." said Eleanor with a grin, "I was hoping uh... you'd wear 'em whenever we hung out!"

"Huh?"

"Look, Bobbi! I know you'll find it hard to forgive me, and I understand," said Eleanor quietly and solemnly. "But... you see! I never hated you! I never even disliked you! It was myself I didn't like! So I did everything I could to be popular... including picking on you! I was jealous of you! You weren't afraid to be you! And... you weren't afraid to be er... y'know... gay! Me? Well, I was! I was afraid of being gay! And so I cracked all those gay jokes and bullied you! And what made it worse is that... well... I was attracted to you! But... well... I'm no longer gonna run from it!" Bobbi's jaw dropped in disbelief. She tried to speak but words fled from her. "Yes, Bobbi," continued Eleanor, "I'm gay! I've always been, I suppose! I mean... gee! You don't know how turned-on I got when your panties were showing when you fell in the cafeteria! Yes, it was wrong and mean for me to do that! But still, I was turned on. You don't know how bad I wanted to reach out and squeeze you down there... to feel your warm flesh against mine! But I just couldn't be me! I had to be somebody I'm not so everyone would like me! I mean... you have friends! I have no one! All that attention isn't friendship! It's all fake! They just use me!" As such, Eleanor choked up again as her eyes stung with tears.

Bobbi swallowed hard. She longed to comfort her old nemesis, yet all the pain she had caused still remained. "I see," she mumbled. "So, what'd you get for Christmas?'

Eleanor sighed. "I don't know," she mumbled. "Probably nothing I really want or need."

"Oh?" replied Bobbi. "And what is it you really wanted?"

"You really wanna know?" said Eleanor with cheeks blushing.

"I guess," said Bobbi.

"Well, the one thing I'd really like is..." with that, she shyly reached out to squeeze Bobbi's folded bare knee. She ran her fingers over the baby-soft flesh and up her leg. "I'd love a piece of that ass!" she whispered with a shy grin.

"What!" shouted Bobbi before covering her own mouth.

"Aw c'mon! You don't have to forgive me yet. But let's face it! I bet I could blast you into orbit!" With that, she forced her down onto the floor. There they faced each other eye-to-eye as Eleanor climbed on top of her. "I've been wanting this for a long time, yet I could never admit it!"

"Uh... uh..." said Bobbi nervously. "Tina could walk in here any time!"

"Good! I hope she brings her doctor kit!" said Eleanor. "I bet you both could use an exam right now!"

Bobbi gasped in shock! "How'd you know?"

"Oh, just a wild guess!" said Eleanor as she reached down to fondle Bobbi's crotch. "Ah-ah! Just as I thought! You're wet!"

"Please! Get off of me!" begged Bobbi as she tried to force her nemesis away.

Eleanor rolled over on her back looking at the ceiling with her tee bunched up, not only showing her panties but her bare belly as well. "Okay... we'll take it slow," she said with a deep breath. "But still..." with that she sat up and reached into the pile of clothes on the floor. From out of the mess she produced a red thong panty! "This is for you as well! Yes... I threw it in the bag on purpose! I trust you can keep your mom from finding it!"

Bobby sat up and took one look at it. "Gee, and just where would I wear that?"

"To my slumber party next week!" replied Eleanor. "C'mon! I'm dying to see you in this thing! You have to come! Come and you'll cum! A geek-girls-only slumber party where we'll all have fun being nerds."

"Look... Eleanor," said Bobbi. "I... I know you mean all of this but... it's going to take a while for me to get over all the things you've done to me."

"I know," sighed Eleanor. "I know! And even if you never forgive me, all this stuff is still yours! I really want you have them and I want Tiny Tina to have that bike!" And so, she reached for her snow leggings. "No strings attached! No catch! It's just from me to you! I... I don't know what else to say right now to undo it all. Anyway, I guess I'll just go home and cry! Wait for Barry to call again so I can tell him to get lost! Watch my mom recover from her hangover. But mostly, just... go home and cry!" She squeezed her lips tightly in order to keep from crying right in front of Bobbi. Yet the tears were welling up when she looked her in the eye. "You're one lucky little geek, y'know that! Look at this home of yours! You've got everything!"

And with that, she bent her knee up to slide a smooth tanned leg into the leggings to prepare to go out into the cold. But as Bobbi stared in awe, she finally reached out and took hold of the leggings to stop her. "Wait!" she said.

"Huh?"

"Well... uh... you see..." stammered Bobbi. "I was just thinking that... it's such a shame to cover up those beautiful cheerleader legs of yours!"

Eleanor grinned bashfully. "Well... unfortunately it's cold out there!"

"Yeah," said Bobbi. "But it's not cold in here! Please... stay a while longer!" she suddenly begged. "I mean, I never got to feel up a cheerleader before!"

Naturally, Eleanor struggled to step back out of the leggings, yet lost her balance and fell over. Bobbi knelt down and pulled the snow leggings off with a quick 'whoosh!' Eleanor started giggling as Bobbi began to tickle the soft flesh and very sensitive inner thighs. Eleanor squealed and rolled up in a ball.

"Oh, you're sensitive!" noted Bobbi with a grin as she swatted that tight bottom.

"Yes. Very," she confesses as she reached out to reciprocate, finding the nerve endings near her panty line. Soon, two tween girls were wrestling on the floor in their tees and panties.

But soon, they heard a small voice say, "What're you doing?" They rolled over to see Tiny Tina limping her way back into the room.

"Oh, we're just play-wrestling," said Bobbi. "Y'know, just being silly!"

Tina giggled as she lumbered toward them, her lanky legs wobbling with each step. "Hey Tina, come on over here," said Eleanor as she patted her folded crossed legs. "Sit down!"

And Tina thus collapsed on the floor in front of her. "Come here," coaxed Eleanor as she pulled the seven-year-old onto her lap. "Listen. I know you have to go to the doctor a lot. And I know it's not that fun," she said as she put her arm around her. "But you see, I'm gonna beg my dad, even cry if I have to, to get him to hire his lawyer friend so your mom and dad can get the money they need to pay your doctors! Understand?"

"Well... sorta," said Tina.

Now Bobbi began to tear up. "You'd do that? I guess you've really changed."

And thus they spent Christmas morning together, sipping hot cocoa with soft Christmas music playing in the background on their old stereo. They talked about anything and everything, life in general and what they hoped for their future. After Mr. Crocket came home and Mrs. Crocket woke up, they simply watched in the distance sipping coffee as the girls talked, giggled and cried. Mrs. Crocket shook her head. "They haven't even thought about their unopened presents all morning," she noted.

Mr. Crocket smiled a weary smile, having worked all night in the cold. "Amazing isn't it!" said Mr. Crocket. "You really think that little cheer brat can make a difference, and get us a lawyer?"

"Oh, girls are powerful creatures, don't you forget that," said Mrs. Crocket with a smile. "Why else were you out there freezing your butt off at 2 am up on a power line?!"

"Yeah," mumbled Mr. Crocket as he sipped his coffee.

Later on when Tina had fallen asleep on the couch, Eleanor found herself in Bobbi's room with her eyes tightly closed. "Ready yet?" she asked. "C'mon. Don that 'gay' apparel!"

"Almost," replied Bobbi. After a few more seconds, she said, "Okay!" Eleanor opened her eyes as Bobbi finished changing clothes. There she stood in a pink cropped tee and the cheer shorts that had been in the pile of clothing. Her mouth opened wide. "Oh-mah-gawd!"

"Well... how do I look?" Bobbi asked nervously.

"Oh, you look... hawt! You look... squeezable soft!" she said with longing in her eyes as Bobbi made several modeling poses. The crop showed her taut slender pale midriff and the shorts hugged her bottom snugly, flaunting her long luscious legs. "Great! Now I'm gonna have to fight all the horny guys off of you!"

Bobbi giggled. "Aw, c'mon. You don't have to lie!"

"Trust me, I'm not lying!" assured Eleanor. "I know a hot bod when I see one! I've been studying them for years... from the closet!"

"Well, they do feel comfortable," confessed Bobbi. "No wonder you like to wear 'em."

"Of course! Now... try on the... the secret thing!"

"You wanna see me in that?"

"Well, why else would I bring it over?!" said Eleanor.

"Well, okay," said Bobbi with a blush. And thus she slowly reached for the waistband and shyly slid down the cheer shorts. Once she stepped out of them, she slowly turned around to show her the thong panty from the back. "Not much of it to see," mumbled Bobbi as she posed for Eleanor.

"Trust me, there's plenty to see!" replied the longing Eleanor. "Now come over here!" Bobbi approached the bed where Eleanor sat and stood nervously before her. But Eleanor slowly reached out and began to rub that bare flesh all over, until finally reaching around to squeeze those bare buttocks. Bobbi began to breathe heavier and heavier until she was slowly humping the air. Eleanor leaned closer and began to softly kiss that flat belly all over. Slowly, she made her way down as Bobbi began to breathe even louder. Soon, she reached that zone of fire. Beneath the satin triangle of the thong panty, she could smell that unmistakable musk of passion. And through the soft layer of fabric, she slowly pressed her tongue on the wet spot as she squeezed those bare buttocks tightly.

"Ooooh!" gasped Bobbi with eyes closed and mouth open as she began to pull at Eleanor's hair. Eleanor licked again, pulling on that bottom to force her into her face. Yet Bobbi needed no help. She was humping hard now and panting loudly. Bobbi's moans grew louder as they both lost all control and will-power. Passion now reigned in the bedroom as both their fates were now sealed.

"I'm not leaving here until I've fucked your brains out," whispered Eleanor.

"Oh yes! Yes!" moaned Bobbi.

As such, Eleanor threw her unlikely partner on the bed and once again climbed on top of her. "Even if you hate me the rest of your life, you'll never forget this day!" she whispered softly and passionately. Then, she scooted down to lick against the crotch of the panties once again. Then slowly, she let her fingers caress the sides of those pale bare legs, all the way up on the hips to the string waistband. The tickling sensation caused Bobbi to break out in goose bumps and squirm about on the bed. But then, Eleanor siezed upon the waist band and gently tugged. Slowly she started to pull it down.

Upon feeling this, Bobbi moaned louder as she lifted her hips up off the bed to allow it to slide down. She felt those gentle fingers remove it from her crotch, now leaving her exposed and vulnerable. "Ooooh! Ooooh!" she moaned as she felt her thong panty sliding down all the way past her knees.

And once having her naked from the tee shirt down, Eleanor slowly approached that swollen flower that oozed with love nectar. With a feather light touch, she let her tongue glide around those pink puffy lips. Yet it sent Bobbi bucking up and down wildly. Soon, she was lapping away at that swollen bud. And such was enough to have Bobbi thrashing on the bed. She flung her head from side to side, panting as if riding a bicycle up hill.

But as for the coup de grace, Eleanor slowly inserted a pinky into the virgin love tunnel until blocked by that barrier of innocence. She resolved to leave it as is, yet gently wiggled her finger around. And all that stimulation sent poor Bobbi on overload. "Ooooh!" she shrieked as she passed over the threshold. "Ooooh, aaaaah!"

Then, she jerked violently as her orgasm struck her like lightning. In rapid pulses, she bucked up and down against Eleanor's face as her throbbing orgasm ran it's course. Her belly cramped up and her legs went out straight and tight as her flower doused Eleanor's face with cunny-cream.

But finally, she settled back down on the bed and fought to catch her breath. She slowly moaned and mumbled as she gradually came down from the high to bask in the afterglow. "Oh! Oh, Eleanor! I... I forgive you," she said once she could speak.

"Oh c'mon! Don't make it that easy for me!" said Eleanor. "You don't really have to forgive me until I've given you more of these!"

"Well... you can start my letting me get a piece of that cheerleader ass!" said Bobbi softly.

"You brainy 'good girl' types sound wild when you talk dirty," giggled Eleanor. "But from now on, call me Ellie! I never let anyone call me that. You can, though. I want you too!"

"Okay, Ellie," replied Bobbi. "Take your panties off!"

"Uh uh! YOU take my panties off... with your teeth!" And as such, both girls broke into giggles. And as it came to pass, Eleanor was so roused up that it took less than three minutes for Bobbi to bring her to an earth-shattering explosive orgasm!

And as Eleanor lay naked on the bed catching her breath, Bobbi lay down beside her. "Y'know Ellie, I'm tempted to tie you up and go get my sister's toy doctor kit!"

"Ooooh, " gasped Eleanor. "Well, I just remembered, I'm due for my check-up!"

And from the window, the three Christmas spirits stood watching with approving smiles, all unseen by mortal eyes. "Well, that was a fun one!" noted the Future Banshee.

"Yeah, she was putty in our hands," agreed the Past Pixie.

"And among our cuter clients!" added the Present Valkyrie. "Pity our next one might be a real beast that forces us to work overtime!"

"Yeah, most of 'em are," agreed the Future Banshee.

"Well... score another one up for the three spirits!" said the Past Pixie. "Christmas 1, Humbugs, 0!"

Suddenly, there came a sorrowful wailing from behind them. When they turned around, they spied another ghostly apparition approaching them all wrapped in chains. "Spirits! Oh Christmas spirits!" Jackie Marlin called out. "Please have pity! Give me a second chance! I've learned so much!"

"A second chance?" said the Present Valkyrie. "Now Jackie, you had a second chance! This was your third!"

"Yeah, remember? First time around, you were Eva Braun!" interjected the Past Pixie.

"Yeah, and we warned you!" added the Future Banshee. "I even showed you the bunker years before they took Berlin! But noooo... you couldn't take a hint!"

"And we broke all the rules and gave you a second chance," said the Present Valkyrie. "But noooo... you fell into the bloody Manson Family and got shot during a crime spree! We warned you! And now this! A car accident caused by a drunken bum!"

"Oh please!" begged Jackie. "One more! Pleeeeze! The world will be a better place! I've learned my lesson!"

The Present Valkyrie let out a sigh. "Okay, girls! Group meeting!" And thus the spirits gathered around in a huddle and whispered among themselves for several seconds, before turning back to face Jackie. "After a very long deliberation, we've decided to do something very stupid and irresponsible!" said the Present Valkyrie. "We're giving you one more last and final chance!"

As such, Jackie fell down on her knees before them. "Oh thank you spirits! Thank you!"

"Buuuuut...!" interjected the Future Banshee, "there's a few catches! You see, since you can't seem to stay way from the bad boys, this time around... you're gonna be a lesbian!"

"Oh... well, anything you say, oh spirits!" said Jackie with gratitude.

"At least you'll find the orgasms quite pleasing!" said the Past Pixie.

"But beware! There are plenty of bad girls out there too!" warned the Present Valkyrie.

"And how!" added the Future Banshee. "I could name a few... million!"

"Now here this!" declared the Present Valkyrie. "We're going to send you to a nice loving home! Not rich... but nice and loving! Very good people. So you better not give your caretakers any grief because they deserve nothing less than your model behavior while you're growing up!"

"Oh yes! Oh yes, oh mighty spirits! I will be good! I promise! I can't wait to shower them with all my love and loyalty! I'll give much and ask little! You won't regret this!"

"Well, that's jolly good!" said the Present Valkyrie with a smile. "Off you go then... into the future to start a new... and your last life!" And with a flash of light, the ghost of Jackie Marlin vanished.

And as the years rolled by, one Christmas after another came and went. The world turned and history evolved. Yet on a cold snowy December night, the three Christmas spirits appeared outside an upscale apartment housing complex. Being spirits, they left no footprints in the new-fallen snow as they approached the door of one flat in particular. "Well, I hope we're doing the right thing," said the Present Valkyrie as she placed a bassinette with a small infant inside covered with a thick layer of pink blankets with a forged note pinned to them.

"Me too!" added the Past Pixie. "Four friggin' chances! That's a record!"

"Well, if she screws up this time, she'd really have to work at it!" said the Future Banshee.

"Okay then. Here goes nothing!" And with that, the Present Valkyrie rang the doorbell, and all three vanished into the night.

Yet only seconds later, the door flew open. Out stepped a twenty-five-year-old Bobbi Crocket who nearly fainted at the sight. "Oh my God! Ellie look! It's... it's an abandoned baby!"

Then her partner and lover Ellie Scrude stood in the door as well. "Now who in the world could abandon a child like that!" she said with contempt. "Well, let's bring her in before she gets cold! Oh the poor thing!"

"Well gee, wait 'till Tina here's about this!" added Bobbi. "She'd quit the track team just so she could baby-sit with her every day!"

"Imagine that!" replied Eleanor. "From leg braces to track star... and oh, the way she looks in those little running shorts..."

"You're impossible! I don't know what's worse! You ogling over her, or the fact that she enjoys every minute of it!" said Bobbi. "Well, let's stop gabbing and get this poor little child inside and give her a warm bath!"

"Yes!" agreed Eleanor.

"Gee, this is sooo pathetic! I think I'm gonna cry!" said Bobbi.

"Yeah, me too!" added Eleanor.

"Oh please... don't! It's sooooo annoying!" And thus they took the child into their home and slammed the door shut.