Does Dear Santa Spoil Santa Novels & Stories

said the small girl, coming up to him shyly. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” Santa told her, handing her something from the bag. It was a big, fluffy unicorn. Molly loved unicorns. She shrieked with delight. These were not the toys Mark and Holly had bought for the kids. And that was not her father in the Santa costume. Who was this impostor Santa? Holly frowned, making her way slowly toward him. She didn’t want to startle the kids. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them.

Tiny Fae stretched her hands high, falling to reach the ledger she wanted, even standing on a stool. “Seems like you need help?” Santa asked, from the couch, his eyes lingering too long at her bubble size butt. He had Little Missy on his chest, sucking away on his titties and yet, he wanted Tiny Fae. Tiny Fae blushed hard as her pussy clenched. Santa’s deep voice was everything. He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome.

the child exclaimed, tossing it back into the pen. “Maybe Santa just fed him,” Reid offered, his hands resting on his son’s shoulders. “Dad, these aren’t Santa’s reindeers, silly. They’re Farmer Taylor’s.” “Oh, that’s right,” Reid replied, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe he’d made such a ridiculous mistake. “We should’ve brought some carrots.” Michael dropped both hands to his side as if he felt utterly defeated. “I am sure that they get plenty of healthy food, perfect for reindeers,” his dad assured him.

Anna fully well understood why they were running after her, but then they should cut her some slack; whatever happened these past few days isn’t her fault, so they have no reason to chase her like she stole their Christmas presents. Speaking of Christmas, Anna cringed when she remembered her childhood, those pathetic days when she would sit under the Christmas tree, waiting and hoping that Santa will bring her presents. The most amusing thing that happened to Anna was that she did see Santa; just that it wasn’t the old man with a long white beard. The Santa that brought gifts to Anna happened to be her father Ford Smith, and she found him dead on their porch that night. Shaking her head to g

, says Meme. “That’s not the same thing”, I argue. “How about this, do you want to live without Spin in your life?” Brenda asks me seriously. I give myself a minute to really think it over before answering in a near whisper, “no”! “Baby girl”, I heard Spin say from the kitchen doorway. “Santa left an early present for you in my garage”!

The man yelped, tripping and dropping the bag, while Sebastian and Nyra charged. Sebastian grabbed him by the collar. “Explain yourself!” The man stammered, “I… I… thought… Christmas heist…” Nyra’s eyebrow arched. “You thought?” Noelle, meanwhile, began rearranging the ornaments from the bag. “You can’t steal from Snowtopia,” she scolded. “Santa’s watching!” Sebastian blinked. “…Santa is not watching.” “No!” Noelle said firmly. “I’m watching. And I say… freeze!”

While Sandro is just standing on the side, just on his signature half-smile. "Oh my, thank you! I didn't expect this," Demie beamed, smiling from ear to ear. She then closed her eyes and thanked God for everything. "Merry Christmas everyone!" Demie greeted them after she blew the candle. The look on Demie's face is priceless. She never celebrated Christmas and her birthday like this before. This is truly the start of spicing up her life, just what she planned. And the first part will end later.

He said as he clapped his hands, looking at his mother's face as she cleared her throat. "It was a beautiful December day" She began, "with clear blue sky and snow-covered treetops. Christmas was in the air but up in Santa’s lodge, all was quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of preparing Christmas presents had gone for Santa had fallen ill. “Oh dear, what will the children say when they don’t receive presents this year,” Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed.

We'd had a quiet day, but Jack was always the troublemaker. Jack suddenly scowled. "Uncle, you must be joking, right? Why is my salary so low? Shouldn't I get it according to the agreement? You tricked me!" James snorted. "Sorry, but your mom already canceled the agreement by taking the money early." "WHAT?!" "Maria and Vivi took $10,000 dollars by lying to me, so I cut your salary instead," James explained with a wide grin that made Jack freeze in place. "They even took our parents' names, but they went on a spending spree," he added sarcastically.

“I snooped through your laptop and looked at the ones you’d saved. Then I just sort of combined them into one.” I hadn’t noticed that everyone else had followed us upstairs until the rest of the women began to walk into the room. They were just as stunned as I was, but each of them agreed that Jarren had done an excellent job of decorating the room. It was after six by the time everyone left and Jarren loaded up the car with the rest of the gifts that had been under the tree. I made him stop by my parent’s house before we went to the orphanage. My dad had played Santa once when I was in elementary school and he still had his red Santa bag. We picked it up and continued on to the orphanage. I