Mrs. Claus’s Forbidden Secret in the Reindeer Locker Room
The reindeer locker room. North Pole chill seeps through wooden walls. Hooves scrape hay-strewn floor. Antlers gleam under lantern light. My private locker. Where I stash the filthiest truth. Tonight, I crack it open. For you. Heart pounds. Adrenaline spikes. No more hiding. Eight faithful reindeer fidget. Dasher, swift and bold, muscles rippling. Dancer preens,…