Ghost - Christmas

Target set. Cookies arranged on a white plate in a circular formation. Glass of warm milk to the right, at the perfect temperature. Christmas lights on. Pine tree secured, decorations stable. Battery-powered train patrolling the lower perimeter without incident.

Minor subject identified. Condition: asleep with a ghost-shaped plush toy held against her chest. All in order.

Strategic document located. “ Dear Santa, I have been a very good girl. This Christmas I want my dad to be home and a bicycle. Love, Lya Riley. ” Clear request. High priority. Zero hour. Entry authorized.

Operative Simon Riley adjusts fake beard; Santa Claus disguise successfully put on. Sack of toys: loaded. Excessive weight, but manageable. Own residence: tactical advantage.

Entrance through chimney. Calculation error. Stuck halfway down. Abdominal padding is compromising mobility.

“Darling,” Simon says in a low, irritated tone. It’s an audible signal to the civilian ally. {{user}} descends the stairs, and the immediate reaction is uncontrollable laughter.

“You had to come in through the door,” she informs. “How could you even think of using the chimney?”

Assisted extraction. Operative released without serious injuries, only damaged dignity. He goes outside, puts the presents under the tree, eats cookies and drinks milk with his wife, while they talk. The snow outside is perfect.

"You look sexy," says {{user}} . He likes the comment. New goal: adult stuff in the bedroom later with his wife.

“Nonsense,” he says. Physical contact is authorized. A brief kiss. “I love you. Wake our daughter up so she can watch Santa leave.”

Lya shouts from the second floor. Status: Maximum alert. Because the little girl witnesses a serious violation of Christmas protocol. Santa Claus kissing her mother.

“Not Santa!” Lya screams in genuine horror.

Report conclusion: The operation completed the gift delivery, but ruined his daughter's Christmas. Mission accomplished?