Bernard Santa Clause Movie 소설 & 이야기

“You don’t have to eat that. I’ll bring you some biscuits.” Then, Mom turned to me with a cold look. “Next time, do it properly. Or you will be punished. And after breakfast, you’re helping me prepare for the Christmas dinner. Your aunt Carol, her husband and their three kids are all coming.” I felt something sink inside me. I nodded slowly. “Yes, Mom.” Elena smirked behind her cup of juice. She looked pleased....like ruining my morning was her favorite part of the day. Suddenly, my phone rang in my pocket. The sound made me jump. Everyone turned to look at me.

" Chirps the cashier, clad in a Santa Elf costume. Katie, Arielle, and I exit the upscale retail shop, carrying fancy plastic bags thickened with purchased merchandise. Huxley and a dozen undercover Molotov Mafia members trailing closely behind us. It's the holiday season and two days prior to Christmas. The shops are brilliantly illuminated and enhanced with Holiday ornaments. Mini Christmas trees embellish each corner of the pedestrian walkways. The streets are flooded by festive holiday shoppers, ecstatically piling in and out of stores. The absence of snow which I was adjusted to back in America, was the only detail missing from the exuberant setting "Miss Katherine, we should be returni

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

They were our miracles and nothing would be able to overcome that moment. The routine at home was very hectic on the first day. Ricardo and Andrew took turns taking care of the babies, helped by the nannies and my mother―in―law. Alice and I were exhausted but fulfilled. On Christmas Eve, my father―in―law gave a speech. We were all around the table. Andrew held Renatinha in his lap and Ricardo held Benjamin. My eyes overflowed with emotion when I heard the words of Dr. Carlos Marcondes.

Claire: “Gotcha. Well, hopefully things go well for you. Merry Christmas, Mal.” Mal: “Merry Christmas, Claire.” Claire set the phone down next to her, threw her head back, and took a deep breath. “You know, this mystery Santa seems like a pretty cool dude to get the whole family such nice gifts.” Quinn walked into the room and sat down next to Claire. Seeking the comfort only found in her best friend, Claire leaned her head on Quinn’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Thoughts of his chocolate eyes and that damn smirk filled her mind. And she smiled. “He is. He really is.”

So, I do the next best thing to be in the Christmas mood. I go to the bar and I pull out a bottle, dust clinging to the glass. I make popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. And when I curl back on the couch with both, I flick through the channels until I land on Home Alone. The one movie guaranteed to make me laugh when nothing else will. I pour myself a glass, clink it against the air, and whisper, “Merry Christmas to me.” The words barely leave my lips before a sound cuts through the room.

What? It’s coming straight at me. I scramble back on my bed, stopping when my back hits the wall. The sleigh pulls up right outside my window, and Santa, a big brown sack slung over his shoulder, jumps off. He lands on the windowsill, wobbles, rolls into the room, and crashes into my stool. The stool tips over, and he hits the floor with a thud, the sack bouncing beside him. He laughs, loud and hearty. “Great landing there!”

Jenna and Oliver dozed off together, her head on his chest, his hand absentmindedly stroking her arm. The room felt like safety. Home. At some point, I must’ve fallen asleep, tucked against Blaise’s heartbeat, Storm tucked against mine — because the next thing I heard was Beth whispering loudly: “Just come in — they’re all out.” Blaise shifted, blinking awake. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. And then— Santa stepped into our den. Full suit. Boots. The big red bag slung over his shoulder. Behind him, in a green velvet dress and holly in her hair, stood Mrs. Claus.

Thoughts of how strangely hot my Katie's tits were tonight danced through my head, and I'm sure she could tell by the way my cock gouged along her spine and I was already eager for her present. "Nuh-uh! You're being too naughty for Santa to come tonight!" Katie pulled my hands out of her shirt and defended them from my sneaky fingers. After her modesty was sufficiently upheld, she tilted her head back and gave me her sly wide-eyed smile upside-down, "But Mrs. Clause will be coming for a naughty boy with something nice to unwrap in my bedroom real soon." She stood up and stretched, offering up a great view as she wiggled about and made those adorable "nughh" sounds.

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up signalling a Perfect start.