A Christmas Carol.

    Ebeneezer Scrooge was woken by a strange noise in the middle of the night. Ebeneezer was in his thirties, still handsome, and an incorrigible womanizer, but that night he felt more lonely than ever. It was probably because he was alone, he thought, quite correctly. It was already Christmas of 1843 and he hadn't found a single woman to keep him company on this cold night. He felt that something was missing from his life, but he didn't know exactly what it was. He had probably forgotten to buy milk again.
    The noise continued. It sounded like someone was knocking on the door downstairs. Ebeneezer slowly wore his gown and walked down the stairs. Opening the door, he saw a woman he thought looked familiar, but he couldn't quite remember where he knew her from.
-"Mom?" he said.
-"What? No, I'm the chick of Christmas Past!".
Ebeneezer remembered where he knew her from. It was the woman he was with last Christmas. A few hundred women later, it was obviously hard for Ebeneezer to remember her, let alone her name. Suddenly, all the good times he had spent with her came to his mind. One, namely, because he had only spent one night with her. It was quite good though, because she had a bountiful booty. Ebeneezer wondered what she wanted.
-"What do you want?" he wondered.
-"Ebeneezer, I am two months pregnant!" she exclaimed.
-"Oh, that is great..." he mumbled.
-"Ebeneezer, THE CHILD IS YOURS!" she said, passionately.
-"IS NOT!"
-"IS TOO!"
-"Wtf ho, dontcha be startin shit on my porch, you know I haven't tapped yo ass in a year."
-"Oh... I hadn't thought of that... I guess you're right. I better go find out who the father is, then. Bye!" she said, and left.
    Ebeneezer went back to his bedroom to try and get some sleep, but he couldn't. The thought of that woman kept tormenting him, and reminding him how good his life used to be, and how sad it had become. He got that empty feeling again. "I have to buy milk first thing tomorrow morning," he thought.
    Just as he started to fall asleep, another noise woke him up. Someone was knocking on the door again. Ebeneezer wore his gown again, noticing for the first time that gowns were a bit gay, went down the stairs and opened the door, only to find a beautiful woman staring at him. He immediately found himself wondering who she was and what she wanted at that time of the night.
-"Who are you and what do you want at this time of the night?" he asked.
-"I am the chick of Christmas Present," she replied. "My name is Maya and I want to have the sex with you, you handsome man."
Ebeneezer felt all happy down there in his pee-pee. He found Maya very hot.
-"I find you very hot." he said, not too surprisingly.
-"Well then, let's go to your bedroom."
-"Let's."
They went to his bedroom and had the greatest sex ever. For me, anyway. I am a bit jealous of him. After mating, Ebeneezer lit a joint and stared at the ceiling mirror, still feeling that same, familiar, haunting, empty feeling he always felt. He spread some cocaine on Maya's ass and snorted it, and he felt a bit better. He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep only to wake an hour later and find her gone, together with all his cocaine stash and like a few thousand quid cash. He felt quite devastated. "I feel quite devastated," he thought. That Christmas was not going to be any better than all the previous ones, it seemed.
    Suddenly, there was another knock on the door. Ebeneezer wondered whether his house was mistaken for a brothel. "What the hell, this is not a whorehouse, fuck," he thought. Nevertheless, he slowly proceeded down the stairs and to the door, to find Christmas Carol outside. Christmas Carol was the local tramp, every night with another man. "We are quite alike, in that respect," Ebeneezer thought. He had had her at least thirty times that year already, and although she looked great, with perky breasts and an ass that wouldn't quit, he was starting to get tired of sex.
-"Ebeneezer, I am in love with you." she said.
-"Oh Carol, that is very unexpected!" he exclaimed. He suddenly realised that that empty feeling was not caused by the lack of milk, but the lack of a wife. He was not getting any younger, and he needed to settle down. Plus, Carol was like eighteen and muchly hot. He was in a quandary, though, because it might not be very nice to get married to a tramp. He wondered if she would stop sleeping with other men if he married her.
-"Will you stop sleeping with other men if I marry you?"
-"Oh yes, Ebeneezer! I will do anything to be with you!" Her promise looked candid, and Ebeneezer decided he would turn his life around, forget his old ways, and forever commit hisself to this chick of Christmas Future.
We would like to wish everyone merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, krazy Kwanzaa, or whatever. And if a hot 18-year old chick comes to your doorstep and wants to marry you, I'd accept. It's not like you're going to get married with that face, anyway.