Meet Ben and Sarah


Jingle Dreidels II (one year later)

Ben sat in the deserted, darkened cafeteria, staring out the window at the snow, which was coming down in sheets. It was the third night of Chanukah. It was also Christmas Eve. He had been off duty for two hours but was unable to leave the hospital due to the raging blizzard. The police had closed the roads to all non-essential traffic. Going home to Sarah didn’t qualify.

He heard someone approach.

“Go away,” he muttered, “I’m sulking.”

“Happy Chanukah, Ben.” Dr. Benitez sat down next to him.

“Bah humbug.”

She handed him a chart. “Sore elbow in Exam 2.”

“Sore elbow?! Marisol, I’m off duty.”

“Yeah, but he asked for you.”

Ben looked at the chart. “‘K. Kringle’? Why do I get all the nuts?” He and Dr. Benitez went back down to the Emergency Room.

Ben went to Exam 2. “Too much rum in our eggnog, Mr. Kringle?” he asked, examining the chart and looking up. An old man in a red Santa suit sat on the examination table. He wore spectacles and a white beard.

“Hello Ben, and I never drink and fly.”

Ben stared. “I…”

“I hope I wasn’t being too forward with the strawberry-flavored body oil last year. It was kosher.”

“No,” Ben sputtered, “It was…fine. How…how did you get in here?”

“I walked.”

“No, I mean…”

“They’re up on the roof.”

“Ah. And your elbow is bothering you?”

Santa rolled up his sleeve. “It’s just a little sore, gets that way every year, you know, from working the reins. I stopped by to deliver presents for the kids upstairs and thought I’d come in and see how you’re doing. So, hospital keeping you busy?”

“Ehh,” Ben replied, examining Santa’s elbow.

“Why the gloomy Gus? It’s Chanukah too, you know. You’re supposed to be happy. Where’s your holiday spirit?”

“Buried under the snow.”

“How’s that?”

“Sarah and I met three years ago tonight. We planned to spend a nice, quiet evening together, light the candles and, you know…”

“So what’s stopping you?”

I went off duty two hours ago but can’t leave because of the damn blizzard. All the roads are closed.”

“Want a ride?”


Santa pointed to the roof.

Ben thought for a second. He took a deep breath. “Sure, why not?”

Ben quickly wrote Santa a prescription for some anti-inflammatory cream, scribbled on Santa’s chart and took it to the night admissions clerk.

“*Sleigh elbow*?” she asked.

Ben pointed to Santa.

The clerk smiled. “Merry Christmas, sir.”

“And to you, my dear.” Santa paid cash.

Ben grabbed his coat followed Santa to the elevators and onto the roof. Nine reindeer were hitched to a large sleigh. Rudolph’s nose flashed.

“Keeps the FAA off my back,” Santa shouted over the wind, as he helped Ben onto the seat next to him. Santa took the reins and shouted, “Hyah!” The reindeer lurched into the air, pulling the sleigh behind them.

Ben grabbed Santa’s arm and held on for dear life as the sleigh flew through the blizzard.


Sarah stared out the bedroom balcony door window at the heavily falling snow. Ben wasn’t going to be coming home anytime soon. She sighed, reached for the bottle of olive lighting oil and prepared to fill four cups on their glass and pewter menorah.

She heard a loud thump on the roof, what sounded like a muffled curse and then a smaller thump.

“Aaaahh!” Ben rolled off the roof and fell onto the snow-covered balcony right in front of the door.


“Hi! Owww…”

She unlocked the door and rushed outside.

“Are you alright? How did you…”

Ben pointed up at the roof.

Sarah turned her head to look. “Oh my God…”

“Hello, Mrs. Silverstein!” Santa shouted, “He’s none the worse for the wear I hope! I’d love to come in for a latke but I’ve got lots of toys to deliver. Here.” Santa tossed down a small gift box.

Sarah gaped in shock as Santa shook the reins and drove out of sight.

“Happy Chanukah to all,” he cried, “and to all a good night!”

“I’m f…freezing,” Ben said, his teeth chattering.

“Let’s get you into bed,” Sarah replied. She helped him up and took him inside.

Ben sat down on the bed and opened the box. “Wait,” he said, eyeing the unlit menorah, “I’ve got a better idea.”


“Ylang Ylang Essential Oil,” Ben read the label on the bottle from the gift box. He enjoyed the feel of Sarah’s ass around his stiffening cock as she settled back against him in the hot bath. He put the bottle down and slid his arms around her, just below her breasts, and nuzzled her neck. They looked at the menorah, on the shelf at the foot of the large tub, gazing at the soft glow of its lights and enjoying the soothing scent of the fragrant oil, which they had also added to their bath.

Sarah put her head back and kissed her husband, enjoying the long, slow press of his lips on hers. “Isn’t ylang ylang also supposed to be an aphrodisiac?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Ben slipped a hand between her thighs.


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