Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Marcia was next on the naughty girl list, and Santa had a particular dislike for her brand of naughtiness. She hated holidays, trying to put a damper on them for everyone. On New Year's Eve she was ready at a moment's notice to complain about party noise. On Halloween, parents were surprised to see a house that had signs warning trick or treaters to stay off to avoid tresspass lawsuits. She had tried to get fireworks outlawed on the Fourth of July. At Christmas time she had even, in the dead of night, stolen and destroyed other people's Christmas decorations! What kind of heartless wench does that? In her own mind she was just eliminating what she thought to be eyesores in the neighborhood. On this magical Christmas eve though, she would provide the best decoration ever. She was watching some bad TV when Santa arrived through an air conditioning vent (she didn't have a fireplace). She was shocked at that, to say the least. "Santa Claus? It can't be you. I don't believe in you." "Ho Ho Ho. You'll believe soon enough. In fact, you're going to make everyone's Christmas Eve a merry one." "What? Like hell I am." Her impudence was amazing. Even the appearance of Santa did nothing to stunt her bad attitude. "Of course you are!" From his bag came several of his wonderful little lackeys, the Christmas elves. This kind of duty was so special, that the elves earned it through meritorious service. They were all more than happy to take ahold of this lovely lady and carry her right out her front door. "What the hell is going on? Let me go! You can't do this! Help! Police!" As if the police would respond. The ruckus did get her neighbors' attention. Some of them, anyway. The ones that didn't hear, the elves went to invite. Marcia was finally released, and the first thing she did was complain, "It's cold out here!" "You'll be fine," Santa said. "My Christmas magic will keep you all right. In fact, I won't even let you feel the cold." With a snap of his fingers, Marcia's shivering stopped. "Ah, here come your neighbors now." Marcia actually thought that help had arrived, "Some one do something! This maniac kidnapped me!" "You're not even a block from your house," one of them said. Another told her, "And that's Santa Claus. You can't call Santa Claus a maniac." Santa's voice boomed out happily, "How would everyone like Marcia's help decorating the neighborhood?" Even from him, this sounded ridiculous. His elves went to work on the neighborhood Christmas tree. Every year they put one up that everyone decorated together. It seemed very odd to see Santa's own elves taking it down. Santa assured them, though, "Not to worry! You'll have a better tree this year!" The old tree wasn't brought down entirely. The decorations were put into boxes and handed back to the people. Most of the tree's limbs were popped off by elves with fast working saws. In the end, only the trunk and four branches remained. It was even shortened down to the height of the new `tree'. Marcia was pulled over to it by the mass of elves who rapidly fastened her in place, arms outstretched on two branches, and legs apart on two very low branches. "What are you doing?" Marcia sounded more panicked than angry now. "Let me go now! You can't do this!" Santa waved a hand toward her, "I give you your new Christmas tree." "What?! What the hell is going on?" Before she could even worry about being tied up, a pair of very fast moving elves whisked her clothing off, stripping her down to her panties. She was topless, bare breasted, half naked. Her neighbors stared in wonder at the marvelous knockers. They were big, very big, with broad nipples stimulated by the winter air. Marcia didn't even blush. She just raged. "You can't do this to me! Give my clothes back this instant! Stop looking at me! Stop!" "You'll stay right where you are," Santa said. "You're the new Christmas tree. All that we have to do is decorate you." "What?" A bit of Christmas magic worked by Santa himself colored the lovely woman's hair to the approximate green of pine needles. Granted, she had a lot less green than a real tree, but it was enough for this special occasion. The long green hair wasn't the only bit of decorating either. The elves brought out a set of special boxes made just for this. Inside were decals in the shape of Christmas ornaments. Some of them would light up. Some were glittery. Some very intricate in design. Santa explained, "Your neighbors will apply these ornaments all over your skin, but first, let's put on a bit of garland." Two elves rushed to that job, running very narrow colorful garlands around each arm, then spiraling around her torso. "It's time for your neighbors to help. One at a time," Santa said to the crowd. Everyone lined up happily to get an `ornament' for the tree. That line moved, person by person, over to the new Marcia Christmas tree. "Don't you dare!," she shouted at the first person there. He smiled as he put an ornament sticker on her. He hadn't wanted to be greedy, so he put it on her shoulder. There would be time for more strategically placed ones later. It was clear that everyone would get to apply a few ornaments to that curvy body. Marcia fumed silently at her treatment. The next neighbor stepped up and Marcia changed tactics, "Shelly, please, don't let them do this to me. Help! Would you want to be in my place?" Santa assured her, "Shelly's never been on the naughty list. She won't have to worry about it." A snowflake shaped decal was put on Marcia's abdomen. "Oooh! Stop this right now! I'm naked! Everyone can see my boobs!" Jeff was the next neighbor, and he wouldn't take his eyes off of her gorgeous big jugs. Marcia saw his eyes, and she looked down at herself helplessly, before looking up again. "Stop looking at me like that! Stop!" It got worse though. Jeff wasn't going to wait like the other two had. He wanted a fun spot right away. He got his sticker ready, and an elf told him, "Don't cover a nipple!" "I wasn't about to!" He grabbed Marcia's underboob to hold the wonderful orb in place as he put an ornament near the top of her breast. Marcia quivered and whined, "Get your hand off me! Santa, he can't do that can he?" All she got in response was a Ho Ho Ho, so clearly a little tactile fun was allowed. It was horrible for her. Every time a neighbor stepped up and placed an ornament on her, one or both of her boobs got a feel. It didn't matter if the ornament when somewhere else on her body. Even a sticker placed on her ankle was preceded by a good booby squeeze. Every one of them had the chance to place a few different `ornaments' on their naked Christmas tree. Again and again her gorgeous big tits were grabbed, squeezed, jiggled and fondled by her smiling neighbors. Marcia became more quiet and meek than she had ever been. Her body was dressed up in colorful stars and circles and various symbols of Christmas. She had never appreciated the season before, and here she was with pictures of candy canes and poinsettias and bows all over her. All over her, but not nearly enough to cover her body. She was only dotted with the decorations, and only a couple were actually on her beautiful big breasts. Those remained uncovered for everyone's enjoyment. When she could tell that the last one had been applied, she let herself whine, "Is it over yet?" One of her neighbors asked, "Is it only the hair on her head that's green?" "Let's find out," Santa said. "WHAT! NO! You've had enough! Let me at least keep my panties on! This is so humiliating!" Santa pointed out a particular neighbor. "Richard, you've been just an exceptionally good boy this year. You can take those panties from her, and even keep them." "Really? Thank you Santa!" Marcia tried to argue, "No, Richard, you can't! Keep away! I'll sue! I swear I will!" "That sounds rather naughty," Santa said with happy intimidation. "Oh! I didn't mean it! Don't let everyone see me all the way naked! I'll be good! I'll be nice! I will!" She kept that up as Richard took his time getting to her, building up the suspense. When he hooked his fingers in her waistband, she trembled and pleaded, "Please Richard, leave them on! I'll give them to you later! Don't do this in front of everyone!" The panties started rolling down though. Richard made sure he was out of the way as he pulled them down ever so slowly. All eyes were on that descending panty line as the top of her bush came into view, as gloriously Christmas green as they expected. When her beaver was totally exposed, Richard realized that he couldn't actually get them off of her since her ankles were tied. An elf helped with that, magically whisking the panties off as one piece. Richard made a show of pocketing them while Marcia glared at him. She kept up that vicious expression until Richard moved back among the others. Then she was forced to realize that so many people were staring at her fully nude body. They were people she would see all the time! An elf tied a special cap to her head that was topped by a bright star. Santa admired the work, "That finishes your Christmas tree, everyone. We'll leave her here overnight so that you can all appreciate the view and take pictures. You'll have to untie her sometime tomorrow morning though. Late in the morning." Everyone happily agreed. Santa's Christmas magic protected Marcia from the cold, but even so, she spent a miserable night and a miserable morning tied in place naked for the neighborhood's pleasure. Much of the time she was alone out there, tied up, but not all of the time. Marcia's boredom was broken up by bouts of embarrassment as they kept coming back to get a look. No matter how much time she spent under their eyes, she never got used to it at all. Plenty of photos and videos were taken, and every so often someone took a good fondle of her wonderful boobs. In the morning, everyone was true to their promise. Marcia was untied. They even brought her a robe and some hot chocolate.