Who knew Santa and his helpers could be so magical? Chad breaking up with me pushed me over the edge. Tired of his condescending remarks, I decided that it was time to show him that he was wrong, so I put a plan into motion. I got a hold of my best friend, Erin, to set up a girl’s night out. My plan was to prove to myself––and Chad––that other men would still find me attractive. What I didn’t plan on was visiting the North Pole! Everyone thinks that Santa has short, little elves but I’m here to tell you that he doesn’t. His helpers all stand over six feet tall, wear Santa hats, and are more skilled than any man you’ll ever meet. (A MFMMMMMM Ménage.)