Novel & Cerita Does Dear Santa Spoil Santa

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.”

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

he asks. I look up to see him holding up the shoes I had suggested and nod, “Yup, those are the ones.” “Great, I’m taking these home with me,” he says as he gets to work on changing back into his boy clothes. “Now, back to Sexy Santa.” I roll my eyes, “He is not a sexy Santa. I mean, he’s sexy, but he’s not Santa. Santa is a jolly old man with an ever-expanding waistline. Jartre is not that.” He’s also a few billion years older than Santa, but whatever.

I could sense the heat coming up to my face with the threat of tears. I looked at Caleb, who might have said something, given some indication, given any look of understanding. But he merely stood, inexpressible. It was as though he had left me to this humiliation, too. The voice of my father started up once more, more shrill. "You're a spoiled girl, Aria. Being all arrogant that the world owes you everything . Stop turning everything into you! You are here for dinner with your sister’s fiancé. I do not give a fuck if he was your ex boyfriend! You do not get to ruin your sister’s night and take all the attention away from her!”

My first suspect was Hudson of course, he was fond of doing absurd stuff like this with the kids just because he could afford it. “It’s not me, I swear it!” I announced the moment my eyes fell on him. But guess what happened, “It’s us! We got the bikes!” Santa Claus called out to me. Both himself and his fucking twin stepping out like they owned the place, and just then I knew something was off with them. The thought hadn’t even settled well in my mind, before they took their mask off. And, Viola! “Papa!” Miles screamed with delight, “Oldie?” Miley called out as well, both of them facing the now smiling Santa Claus. Both Santa Claus!

she whispered, her own voice covered by the rattle of Hayzel’s excited chatter. “Santa’s going to bring him… Remember, Mommy?” Hayzel asked, proving that her hearing was not affected by the rush of words tumbling from her own mouth. “Oh, that’s right, baby,” Sparkle answered with a wince at Kaleb’s smirk. “But you know… sometimes Santa can’t bring everything you want…” “If you’re not a good girl,” Hayzel countered, nodding sharply. “But I am a good girl, right, Mommy?”

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!”

Neo turned to me and gave me a pitiful look. "Run while you have the chance. I give you a month, and their madness will forever be imprinted in your head. Just take me for example," "I'm pretty sure you are the crazy one, Mr. We wash cars with bleach, not detergent," Starliss scoffed. The faint tint that appeared on his face later told a hidden, embarrassing story. "Shut up." He murmured. "Ooh, yes! Zayne, tell me. Do you agree the Easter bunny is the mother of Santa and bore him to the tooth fairy? And do you also agree that Christmas is to show his love for his wife, Frankie?"

Emily’s voice jerked me back to reality. I was finding it difficult to say anything. Should I tell her that I had a one-night stand with her father? Arghhh. Why does my own Santa have to come bearing bad luck? “Lisa… my daddy is off limits. I saw the way you were looking at him. Do not even think of using him as a rebound. Trust me, your heart will be shattered into pieces.” I did not know I was still looking at the place he just left, and my mouth was still dropped open until she dragged my nose playfully.

They packed into the hotel they had booked for the weekend, and since the sun had begun to set, the family ventured to Disney Springs for a delicious dinner and some shopping. Caleb found everything exciting. From the fountains to the springs, and the colorful building, he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He pointed at everything he could with a look of glee on his face, and they tried their best to explain what they could to him. They took several pictures of him next to the statues and the mascots, and he seemed to enjoy every single second of his day. The very next day, Xavier surprised Charlotte and Caleb with a day of pampering at the resort's spa. Caleb received a mini-pedicure while