Charlie The Santa Clause Novels & Stories

Cupid crosses his arms over his chest. "Hunter?" I look down, seeing the small person known as Charlie. "I know you're big and scary. But-but," He stutters, he's very young, he's only around 3 to 4 years old. He can barely string sentences together. "Could you maybe let Levi talk?" He looks up at me with his big, sparkling, innocent blue eyes. He barely knew how the system works. It is impossible to say no to him.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

he grins, "but I was expecting jeans and a tee-shirt...." Charlotte is dressed in brilliant green trimmed with fur, her foxy hair in sharp contrast to the colour, along with jewellery and shoes in a similar contrasting shade. She could have stepped from the set of a nineteen-fifties Hollywood musical and looks like some sort of Christmas Elf, if Santa had the kind of helpers that gave him gritted teeth and a raging hard. She smiles widely as I step out of the car, gathering her into my arms, my mouth open over hers, before I remember myself and step back to allow James a bit closer.

The three elders immediately noticed. The kid was always so polite when he came over. After placing the gifts, Charlie greeted them. "Uncle, Auntie, it’s good to see you again." He first greeted Robert and Margaret, not giving them a chance to call him Mr. Clemens. Then, he turned to Mary, whom he had just met. "You must be Candice’s grandmother. I’m Candice’s boyfriend, Charlie. You can call me Little Clemens." Robert and Margaret: "......"

My son’s gift was especially touching—a scarf. "Hi, Mom. I got this for you because winter is coming, and I want you to stay warm and cozy, even when you’re at work. I love you, Mom!" Charlie said, and I had to fight back tears. "Thank you, Charlie. Just having you in my life is the greatest gift. Always remember that," I said, kissing him on the forehead. Charlie was growing up so quickly. Werewolves mature faster than humans, but our aging slows significantly once we reach twenty.

Charlie walks over to a computer and starts typing away. He jots down a couple numbers on a paper, before looking at Jenna and me. “Hop into the golf cart and I will drive you over to where your mother and father’s things have been stored,” Charlie says as he walks out from behind the counter and over to a golf cart. Jenna and I get in, as Charlie takes the driver’s seat. He ambles along slowly chatting with Jenna about her due date and what she is hoping for.

This had happened before. Panic surged through me. I raised my hand and slapped myself, the sharp sting confirming I was awake. “What’s today’s date?” I demanded. Charlotte blinked, taken aback. “December 25th, dear. Christmas Day.” I blinked, my pulse racing. My eyes drifted toward the large Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Behind the twinkling lights and ornaments, someone stood. Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently.

“He gave me a double dose the other day.” What was Taylor supposed to do? Dodge Cupid’s arrow? The guy literally has one job! Sure, he’s mythological, but it’s the same for Santa, and that did not stop people from writing him letters, baking him cookies, and straight-up lying to their kids for years. If Santa can get that level of commitment, Taylor might as well surrender to Cupid now... No one could convince him otherwise. Focusing on Charlie again, Taylor said, “I’m sorry, Charlie. Looks like I got you tired last night.”