Charlie The Santa Clause Novels & Stories

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

he asked. Startled, I turned around and took his phone. There was a message from HR on his screen. Louis had been appointed the vice president of a new company. As for the location of said company, it was in Coralsville—the coastal city I'd always dreamed of living in. "You didn't just find out about this now, did you?" Louis tilted his head and gave me an innocent puppy-eyed look. "But you've never mentioned it before!" "You just don't pay enough attention to me." Louis pouted while he handed me a business license. "And, this is my belated Christmas gift to you."

Wrapping his red scarf more tightly around his neck, Brady found a spot to watch the parade. It was a good show, though nothing like the parades he was used to in the big city. Still, the homemade floats, the bands, the clowns and Christmas characters throwing candy--it was all nice. He wore a smile most of the time he stood there watching, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from Noelle, not even at the end when Santa came by, and all of the kids went crazy. He needed to find her. But what if she still wouldn’t talk to him? After the parade was over, Brady decided to walk down toward the park. Maybe there was a chance she’d be there, near the Christmas tree. They’d had so much fun decorati

The parade wasn’t long. After a few more floats, some horses, a couple of clowns, and some classic cars, Santa was spotted coming around the corner. Lorelei and Anson giggled and shouted, jumping up and down. All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes.

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

Then she leaned in and stage whispered, "Don't play her for money. You'll lose your shirt." Kiki laughed. "Oh, I believe that!" "Check," Abby announced again, her voice matter of fact, concentrating hard on the game. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" a voice resonated throughout the house. Kiki looked over and Santa Claus himself filled the doorway, dressed in a red suit, sporting a natural white beard, and carrying a sack filled with toys. Smiling executives dressed in business suits--both men and women--from The North Pole Lodge, were with him, carrying packages wrapped in brightly colored paper.

When she arrived at the door, she didn't bother to look to see who it was before opening it. "All of you..." When she realized it wasn't her family at the door, she took a breath. Sebastian was the culprit. He was dressed in a black denim jacket, a white tee, and blue denim pants. He was dressed in a pair of boots that were not the same as the ones he wore the day before. It also appeared to be quite costly. “Sebastian. "What are you doing here at this hour so early in the morning?" “Merry Christmas, pretty one.” Stephanie's face brightened as he lifted the present he had gotten for her.

Molly said, kicking at a small pile of snow by her feet. “Wrong.” Mrs. Kerstman nodded in Howard Kerstman’s direction. Molly’s gaze followed Mrs. Kerstman’s nod, and her eyes soon landed on a man dressed up like Santa Claus. He was surrounded by several small giggling children, all holding their hands out towards him..

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.

"True, Santa might grant your wishes, based on how good you’ve been the whole year. But it doesn’t end there. If you want Santa to visit your house, you'll need to bake him cookies and give him a glass of milk as well. You'll also have to wait all night so that you can catch a glimpse of him on his way down the chimney..." Hayley frowned, her cheeks puffing out stubbornly. "I won't do any of that. I don't need any of that. Once Santa hears my wish, he will not refuse me." "Oh, yeah?" I raised a brow at her. "And what's your wish that cannot be refused? You know Santa doesn't like children who are naughty throughout the year. Have you been a good kid, Hayley?" "A few times…I was naughty.” Hay