Christmas Peter Griffin Novels & Stories

"They were for my daughter. They were her Christmas and birthday present plus her biggest wish... I was going to make her Christmas wish finally come true. AND NOW IT'S ALL RUINED!" By the time she has finished talking, she has gone from sad to angry and it's a side that I like. I would much prefer her anger to her sadness and tears. "Well, there's still time until Christmas and when is her birthday?" she smiles, and for once, it's genuine and happy, and fuck she looks beautiful. "Her birthday is on Christmas day. She's a Christmas baby. A Christmas blessing." Now I can understand her smile because it makes me smile too.

Peter began to drown. It’s not meant to be like this. It shouldn’t hurt. His eyes rolled up into his head; the white grew larger. He caught a glimpse of the upturned Christmas cutouts. Blood-streaked angels. The last thing Peter did was smile.

Hayley handed him a stainless steel thermos. Griffin didn't reply. "And I'm giving you this cute panda sleep mask. It'll double your charm. Walk outside wearing that, and girls are guaranteed to like you." Griffin blinked. Hayley stacked the gifts into his arms and smiled at him. "Do you like them?" "I like everything you give me." "Really?" "Really." "Are these the stuff you've always wanted? If not, tell me. I'll make sure you're satisfied." Griffin smiled gently. "Everything you give me is the stuff I've always wanted."

Jensen slightly frowned when he saw Peter. "You're here too." Peter smiled inexplicably and said naturally, "I'll have a meal with Uncle Adrien every Christmas Eve. Why? Don't you know it?" He slightly curled his lips, showing a little of his devilish side. Jensen stayed quiet and just sat down at the dining table. His face did not look well. He said to Adrien, "Why did you call me here?" Adrien straightened up and said, "Dinner first. Today is the Advent. Let's have a good meal together."

“I’m going to look like a total dick. I know I am a total dick, but I don’t want to look like one right now – or look like a loser.” “I have a suggestion, sir, but you’re not going to like it,” William said. “Then why are you bringing it up?” he asked dryly. “Because you . . . appear to be distressed,” William answered. “Why not give Ms. Fitz the gift you gave yourself this year?” Christopher rocked back. “Hell,” he spat out. Every year he got himself a little something for Christmas. On Christmas Day, he would show it to his brothers, bragging about how great it was.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

Jane greeted us when she saw us coming. She immediately gets the cake from the table. Peter stood up while holding the paper bag in his hand. "Peter! You are here!" "Happy birthday, Ma'am. A simple gift for you," Peter said then give his gift to mommy. Mommy looked at me when she noticed the logo of the paper bag. I just shrugged both of my shoulders because I don't have an idea why Peter bought her that. He says it is a birthday present but it is too much for a birthday gift. Or maybe we just can afford a present like that to say that it is too much.

Yet, we knew that in this moment, we couldn’t allow any emotions to show. As the atmosphere subtly shifted back to a tense state, Peter suddenly interjected, “Oh, right! I almost forgot about the gifts. I’ll go grab them.” His tone was light, tinged with the casual demeanor he always carried, as if it were merely a way to ease the impending sense of parting. But I knew it wasn’t just idle chatter; the mention of gifts was part of our plan. We weren’t merely here to visit Neil; Peter’s comment was also laying the groundwork for our next move.

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”