8 Ft Inflatable Santa Claus Novels & Stories

Why is he here? “Get up!” He commands and I keep staring at him confused. “Don’t you know, you should not leave the table without finishing your food? Santa Clause will be very angry! Come now!” Without waiting for my response he again drags me out, holding my hand. I feel helpless! I am afraid to say anything to him. He is very big and tall! Also he studied in higher class. I am only 10 years old and studying in fifth standard whereas he is in twelfth standard and is like a giant!

Santa called her ass out. Next Christmas would be different. The baby would only be about six months old then, but Amber and Leo and Grayson would go overboard for sure. Buy him or her so much shit they couldn’t play with it all in a lifetime, pictures with a store Santa, set out cookies and milk for the reindeer, the whole nine yards. Over the top, take a million pictures to mark the occasion because the kid wouldn’t remember it.

A snapping sound followed after a second, vibrating through the mattress. “Damn it, Ian,” Nate said through his laughter, his hands coming up to brace against my shoulders. “We can’t afford a new bed.” “Return the inflatable Santa.” God, I hoped he returned the inflatable Santa. That fat red-suited bastard had taken me at least forty-five minutes, and he was still tipping to one side like a drunkard. Fixing it would be on my to-do list for the morning, I just knew it. “Not a chance. If it makes you feel better, I had you put it up in the back so that it’s right outside Matthew and Arik’s window, and Arik can see it first thing when he gets up every morning until New Year’s.”

Each chair has a snowflake or snowman cover with a red ribbon tied into a bow at the back of the chair. The top of the island had a long runner. It looked like the front of Santa's suit. White on the ends as the fur, then red velvet for his suit, and a black belt in the middle. There was a candle set on top of the runner and a small 3 foot tree at the end of the island. I was in love with this kitchen. The window in front of the sink had a beautiful view of the woods. "So, what do you think so far?" my mom asked me.

He filled the entire doorway, easily six-foot-five, his shoulders so wide the snowflakes seemed afraid to land on him. The Santa suit he wore looked custom-made for sin: deep red velvet jacket hanging open, black fur trim brushing a chest that was all hard muscle and dark hair. The pants clung to his thighs like they were painted on him, the black belt already unbuckled and dangling loose, and right between his legs was a bulge so thick and obvious my mouth actually watered on the spot. He had a full white beard and wig at first, but even through all that fake hair I could see sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of pine needles.

I try to hold it in. Alpha… Santa? A little boy, no older than six, clutches a stuffed bear to his chest. His small voice rises above the noise. “Alpha Santa got this for me,” he says, hugging the toy like it’s the most precious thing in the world. And that’s when I lose it. I burst out laughing. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Tears spill from the corners of my eyes as I double over, barely able to catch my breath. The crowd stares at me in utter disbelief, like I’ve lost my damn mind.

“Yes, tonight. And wear something decent for once.” I rolled my eyes automatically. “You say that like I dress like a stripper.” If only he knew. “This is important,” he continued. “My friend’s son is flying in for Christmas.” “What friend?” “Patrick Laurent.” The name sounded vaguely familiar. “He was supposed to surprise us for the holidays, but your mother and I already booked that Aspen trip this weekend. So you’ll host him instead.” Something about the way he said man instead of boy made me pause. “And Ivy?”

Maria's jaw dropped when she saw the gigantic Christmas tree. When she said gigantic, she was thinking of something of 80 feet but what she was seeing was nothing less than 200 feet. Not only that, the decorations were perfectly done. The white lights twinkled concurrently, revealing the words 'Merry', whiles the red lights spelled 'Christmas'. the Greenlights formed a heart shape.

Smith could not help but marvel as he listened to the introduction. Beaming with pride, the manager boasted, "These beauties are a mere 60 feet. We're in the middle of crafting the largest parade float on the planet, a whopping 331 feet! When it's done, we're going for the Guinness World Record to put us on the map!" Mr. Smith's jaw dropped. "331 feet? That's huge! It must be a sight to behold! Can I sneak a peek?" "Absolutely," the manager replied with a grin. "In fact, it's right above us. Look up."

She stuffed the pillow into his pants as he held his Santa shirt up and then worked it back down over the top half of the pillow. The pillow helped fill the extra space in the suit quite nicely. The white fluffy beard came next along with a topper red hat. The hat had a long hanging tubular shape narrowing to a white oversized cotton ball. The effect wasn't complete, until he sat down and put the black latex boots on. "Ho Ho Ho!" Beth cheerily shouted when he was finished and stood. They each reached for their wine glass and tinked the edges together in a toast to Santa suits. Beth pulled her glass from her lips, "Now where is that tree?"