Bernard Santa Clause Movie Novels & Stories

All I want for Christmas is you. Santa Claus November❤ Sometimes, I hate the fact that, that man is my boss, he commands everyone, everywhere, it gets tiring. I'm supposed to have a movie night with the girls but, look how he turned everything upside down. "By the way, Nov I told mumcy that you have this charity event thing that you have to go to and she said she had a dress and wanted to give it to you, but it always skipped her memory. She's having it sent tho" Nifise informed

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

Unlike Moxley, she tore the paper with care like she was going to save it for later. “Oooh,” she said with a surprised smile. “It’s Barbie the movie doll. I saw that movie three times. Oh, thank you, Santa.” She walked up to Santa and wrapped her little arms around his extremely fluffy beard. There was no way the girl could find his neck. Then she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Awe,” Lacey cooed as she walked over. Santa reached into his satchel and pulled out a small gift. He handed it to Lacey.

“I want to order a clipper. The one that could barb a pretty long female hair, bring it to Classic Castle restaurant.” Selene burst out laughing. My jaw dropped. Daniel was serious. “You can't make me chicken out in fear,” Selene blasted at him.

“We’re going to do something fun.” “Like what?” Autumn asks, looking up at me. She still looks worn down, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. That’s a start. “Christmas movie marathon. We’ll watch some of the classics and some of those awful ones where the girl gives up the job of her dreams to move in with a guy who sells Christmas trees for a living or something.” Autumn’s smile grows. “They’re kind of romantic, in a way.” “What would be romantic is if the Christmas tree seller guy moved to the big city with the girl and got a real job,” Benedict says. “Let him make a sacrifice for once.”

Maze's eyes widened as she acknowledged the man concealing in the Santa outfit was Cosimo. Maze giggled covering her mouth with an exclamation in astonishment, "OMG" Cosimo blushed however, no one noticed the discomfort on Santa's face, which was hidden behind the fake mustache of Santa Claus. But the shyness burrowed in his bowed eyes did not escape anyone's eyes. Santa came forward and handed Maze a candy floss in her hand and wished 'Merry Christmas' in his pretended heavy tone. Everyone burst out laughing except Orion, to let Cosimo know how much they were enjoying his discomfort.

Louder, clearer, closer. Sidney snatched the remote to pause the movie. Santa Claus raised his axe over the nun. Sidney gathered herself up on the cushion, pulling the blanket into her chest. Her chewing halted again, leaving half-masticated popcorn floating between her teeth. She hesitated, her eyes wide as if she could see the sounds if she concentrated hard enough.

Before I could respond, headlights swept across the front windows. Silence immediately filled the room. My father straightened. My mother smoothed her hair. And somehow my own pulse became deafening. A car door shut outside. Then another. The front gate clicked softly in the distance. For one insane second, I actually considered running. The knock came three beats later. My father practically rushed to open it. Cold winter air flooded the foyer first. “Merry Christmas,” he said warmly as he stepped inside, snow melting slowly from the shoulders of his dark coat.

Paunchy, clapped me on the back as I entered, his hand lingering a second too long on my waist. “Gentlemen, meet Selena, our very own Santa's Little Helper! She's here to make your Christmas merry.” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking. I scanned the room, heart picking up speed. These weren't office workers….they looked like execs, the kind who closed deals in backrooms and paid for extras.

Isabel avoided the rum pound cake and brandied fruit cake, they were pretty strong by themselves. There were no cosmos, but they did have a cranberry and orange flourless cake that was remarkable. Nancy had three servings, she said it was not the same as the Mink's drinks, but it was good. One of the topics that came up in conversation was favorite Christmas movies. We talked about how "the big holiday movie" used to be a Christmas tradition in some households, but with smart TVs and every movie available on demand for streaming, the charm of that family tradition was greatly diminished. That led to a discussion of the various "Christmas Carol" movies. The consensus choice was the 1984 versi