Christmas Santa Claus Inflatable Novels & Stories

I walk a little too eagerly for my own good to the entrance causing Jared to chuckle at me and nearly jog to keep up. Walking into club Magic causes me to have a brisk holiday jitter. My mother is a huge Christmas fanatic, but this is a lot, even for her. There are decorations everywhere. Green and red streamers, dancing Santa clauses, reindeer literally floating in the air. There are hundreds of sparkling lights hung up around and a large Christmas tree decorated with candy canes and small green and red bulbs. It looks like someone took Christmas and threw it up in here.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

They were maybe 10-12 feet tall and apparently heavier than I thought. And what do we have for Christmas? A freaking man-sized Santa Claus with his slide and all the nine reindeers. I'm telling you, he goes too extra with the decorations. He has money, he can allow himself to go this far with the decor, that's what he says when I ask him why. It's actually heartwarming to see this big man being so enthusiastic and giggling like a kid. And I know in such moments he is the real Viktor I have the luck to know. In such moments of pure freedom and joy.

At the center were huge pine trees covered in artificial snow and decorations. Giant Christmas balls, stars, Nutcrackers, Snowman, deers, Santa Claus, angels and many more were beautifully placed. On the sides were stalls selling hot chocolate in Christmas-themed cups, eggnogs, pretzels, sausages, cheeses, gingerbread, and other delicacies as well as Christmas items like cups, dolls and decorations. Each stall had a long line of people. He led her to walk around first since they had just eaten at the Anderson Family’s home.

The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them. “Where’s Marcos?” Santa asked, reaching into a bag. He pulled out a bright shiny red sled, handing it to her bright-eyed student. “Where’s Anna?” Santa asked, looking around. Again, another one of Holly’s students. “Here, Santa,” said the small girl, looking up hopefully. He handed her a giant bin of Legos and the poor girl looked like she was about to pass out. “Oh, Santa,” she cried. “How did you know? This is exactly what I wanted!”

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Just like the other ones, it has lots of boutiques and stores where you can shop clothes and other stuff. Timothy guided us to the farthest corner of the mall where it the rides and a huge santa claus was. Many people were taking pictures together and the kids were running around, chasing one another. "Wow. This is so beautiful..." I mumbled while appreciating the beauty of the indoor amusement park. "Brother, Aurora, I want to try that cotton candy that looks like santa!" Amelie suddenly said to us. "Sure, let's buy that." We walked over to the stall that sells santa claus-shaped cotton candies and bought one for Amelie.

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

A week later, Christmas Eve arrived. Brindley was lit up with colorful lights so vibrant that even neon lights paled in comparison. The streets were buzzing with Christmas songs, and horse-drawn carriages passed through the main roads. A Santa Claus was sitting in it, giving out Christmas presents to every child they drove by. Needless to say, anyone could take a ride in the carriages for a price. Xavier paid three thousand dollars to let Ash and Lynn do just that. The white steeds galloped, their iron horseshoes striking the pavement with a clean, crisp sound. Colorful lights wrapped around the pumpkin-shaped carriage glistened nonstop.

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”