Under the mistletoe, a lonely elf indulges in a solo Christmas fantasy. He tugs at his pants, revealing his throbbing bulge, and slowly strokes his length, imagining the taste of holiday cheer on his tongue. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, as he pictures the naughty list coming to life. With a final groan, he coats his body and the floor beneath him in a festive, creamy mess, the perfect Christmas surprise.