Christmas Santa Inflatables Novels & Stories

beamed Santa patting him on the head. And on by one, the children came in through Santa’s door, each with a special gift to wish Santa well. There were cookies, pies, socks, mittens, books, jigsaw puzzles, and even a small Christmas tree! “Christmas delivered to my doorstep!” exclaimed Santa. “Come, let us all share these wonderful gifts.” And he gathered the children around him in a big circle.

Her body trembled, pussy clenching around Jingle's digits, juices dripping down his wrist. She came hard, thighs quaking, a gush soaking Jingle's chin. "That's it, cum for us," Santa rumbled, licking her neck, his cock pressing hard against her back, massive, like the rest of him, straining his red pants. They didn't let her catch her breath. Jingle stood, shedding his tunic, his cock springing free, long and thick, veined like twisted candy cane, head flared and leaking.

What followed was Christmas morning chaos Charlotte opening presents with the enthusiasm of someone who’d been personally deprived, James watching from Seraphine’s lap with wide eyed confusion, wrapping paper everywhere, the particular joy and exhaustion of young children experiencing Christmas. “MAMA! DADA! Look what Santa brought!” Charlotte held up the large dollhouse she’d been requesting for months. “It’s PERFECT! Santa knows EVERYTHING!” “Santa is very observant,” Damien agreed, already starting to assemble the dollhouse which had approximately four thousand small pieces.

Snowflakes drift lazily from the sky, settling on rooftops and garlands, wrapping everything in a gentle, magical hush. It feels like the world itself is breathing in joy, except me. I feel no joy at all. “Christmas season is the best,” Ella says, squeezing my arm. “Look, Holly.” She points to a massive inflatable snowman in front of a mall. “That's amazing. And look at the little boy over there. Awww, oh my God…he is so cute.” I don't want to look at the bloody snowman and I really don't want to look at the sweet boy grinning up at it with his parents crouched at his side.

I tilt my head to rest against his arm. "Of course I do! Right in here!" Peter says jovially as he picks up a large red sack from the floor. Briella eagerly shoves her hands in and takes out a box wrapped in unicorn wrapping paper. Bianca gives me a kiss on the cheek before she moves to sit down on the floor in front of Santa and her kids and helps them to unwrap the large amount of presents that have been brought for them. Eloise stands by with a camera and eagerly clicks pictures of all of them.

All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes. Santa looked an awful lot like Sheriff Parks, even with his fake beard and stuffed tummy. The kids didn’t seem to notice. He waved and tossed candy from atop his sleigh, his plastic reindeer fastened up the roof of the pick-up truck towing his magical sled atop a flatbed trailer. It was decorated with fake snow and Christmas trees so that it looked as if Santa was flying over the top of a forest of lighted trees. “Well, that’s that,” Memory said, turning toward him, her hands deep in her pockets. “Until next year.”

Santa said. Olivia opened the box and found a pair of round choco delights. Her favourite ones. Eating one, she moaned and then extended the box she has brought for her Santa, taking it out from her pocket. “And this is for you.” Her Santa took the box and thanked her! “Thank you so much Olivia! No one gifts Santa anything!” then putting it in his pocket he asked again, “So, what about your favourite choco delight? Did you like it?” Olivia placed the other in her mouth and moaned, “Mmmm…they are yummy as always! Thank you! So, now will you remove your mask?”

Outside, holds a giant sleigh for a photo opportunity that families love to utilize for holiday greeting cards and a fully functional reindeer farm, complete with all of Santa's reindeer (and a few back ups). I was at the counter ordering Natasha a snickerdoodle hot chocolate as well as some cookies and fudge to take with us to Chena Hot Springs when a kid no more than six or seven years races through the door, packed down in so much winter gear he can hardly move, squealing about the feeding the reindeer. Natasha’s face perks up. “Oh can please, can we do that?” Oh, she has no idea I would literally do anything that makes her smile like that, even if it's hanging out with stinky antelopes

Santa called her ass out. Next Christmas would be different. The baby would only be about six months old then, but Amber and Leo and Grayson would go overboard for sure. Buy him or her so much shit they couldn’t play with it all in a lifetime, pictures with a store Santa, set out cookies and milk for the reindeer, the whole nine yards. Over the top, take a million pictures to mark the occasion because the kid wouldn’t remember it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Laya this happy. You really made her Christmas with this.” Jordan shifted carefully, adjusting his arm beneath Malaya so she wouldn’t stir. His expression softened, something open and almost boyish crossing his face. “I’d do anything to see her smile like that.” He hesitated, then added quietly, “How do you usually spend the holidays?” “Well…” Laila began, her tone thoughtful as memories drifted to the surface. “Some years, my family comes to us. Other years, we come back here. It’s always a little chaotic, a little loud.” A faint smile curved her lips. “She stopped believing in Santa when she was six. Told me she knew Santa wasn’t real because she caught me wra