In a flash, Nicklaus was getting it on…
with nursing home lady…
in shock, as she witnessed the brawny, bearded man getting himself ready for what appeared to be some serious action, his hands grasping the fabric and gaining traction…
Until with a gasp, a thrust, a spurt, and a heave, he had slid his… appendage - his hand guys, come on 🫢✨- into the sleeve…
Of his Santa's coat, and then his pants and belt came on as well, what was he doing?! - only time would tell…!
Nicklaus of course had spared no expense, he wasn't one for cheap pretense. His outfit was vintage, A++++++ grade, complete, and even included a comfy seat…
For his sleigh, and as always, literally, all the bells and whistles too, which he had kept, tucked away, and perhaps, it was all now for this special day… !!!!
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It wasn't something one saw every day, that was for sure.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Gertrude, one of the other nursing home residents, was enjoying her afternoon shuffle, her walking frame slapping on the ground as she made her way down the corridor to check on her favourite potted plant that was in the corner by the window - to make sure it was in the right position to get enough light -when she thought she heard a long, muffled moan, - or was it a gasp and a groan? - coming from the nearby room.
This was, of course, Nicklaus' ejaculatory cry, except that due to her advanced age, her hearing wasn't quite what it used to be…
Nevertheless, her curiosity was piqued, and so, as you do, she popped her head in to see from whence the sound had… leaked…
and to see if everything was all right.
Only to see… the disturbing sight.
There was a woman, her cheeks flushed, on the floor with her back up against a wall, whilst a… large bearded man, clad in what appeared to be a… red and white - Santa!?!? - costume of some kind, was… towering over her, and seemingly, struggling with his belt and pants…
"Oh… Dear…" she muttered, covering her mouth and resolutely continuing on her daily pilgrimage to her favourite potted plant - Timothy.
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"-Give it, to me."
Nicklaus of course was unaware of his currently… compromising position - rather, instead, he had come to a decision.
"The name. Who was in charge of this whole affair… of harvesting my Santa Claus beard hair!?!?"
Eep! Nursing home lady suddenly went meek, but as she came to her senses, she found the courage to speak.
"N-Nicklaus! All right now, let's take things slow… I'm sure we can find out what you want to know…"
She got back up to her feet and… smoothed everything down, tidying herself up, attempting to put things right, and cleaning up what was left.
She was clearly a woman with a good sense of direction… and so, she knew where Nicklaus had to go - it was in that particular section…!
"-Of the Santa Claus clause Contract you signed, it should be there, the name of the Company that wanted your hair…"