Novel & Cerita Does Dear Santa Spoil Santa

"Just like I told the girls, best Christmas present I ever got." We sat on the sofa in silence holding and caressing each other for almost for an hour. I got up and went to check on the girls to make sure that they were asleep. We drank Santa's milk, ate his cookies, leaving a few crumbs on the plate, and put the oatmeal back in the box, also leaving a pile grains on the floor near the bowl. Reindeer are very messy animals when they eat.

One by one they were lined up on the living room table. "Like it?" We looked at Wright with a wide smile as he sat on the one-sitter sofa. What the heck! "Daddy! You bought it all?" Reid ran over to Wright. He climbed into his father's lap. Wright stood up while carrying Reid. "Uhm, no? Some guy wearing red attire brought it all for you. "It's Santa!" Reid said happily. "But it's not Christmas yet. Don't fool me. You bought that." Wright chuckled. "Guilty as charged."

"I can’t grant you that, dear." "But I thought Santa could grant anything," I say, frowning. "Except this," he states firmly. "Why not?" He gestures with his hands, frustration written all over his face. "Because I’m Santa, not a magician. Besides, how exactly am I supposed to give you… a good fuck?" I shrug. "I don’t know… maybe you could make a man appear in my room. Someone hot, exactly my type, who’d just… fuck me senseless. You’re Santa—you can do that, right?"

"A-A-Antonio," Andrea stuttered, looking like the blood had drained out of her face, as though she was seeing a ghost. The little boy stared with admiration at the man before him and shouted alarmingly, "Santa's in Town!" He wiggled his little body out of her arms and offered to carry the hats in. Antonio chuckled and insisted that he'd do that himself but placed one on the little guy's head. John thanked him and rushed back in excitedly.

he whispers, shaking his head with a flustered gaze. “Santa Claus,” I retort sarcastically. “You thought I was joking when I told you I wasn’t the Lisa you knew before. If I haven’t told you enough, then here you go again: that old Lisa is dead and buried, six feet under, and she’s currently burning in hell for being so fucking dumb and gullible.”

Siel felt the stab once again but still managed a joking tone, "Oh, it's Miss Camden now? What happened with the 'treat me as a friend'?" "Oh, so you like that I call you by your name?" he said with a wink and a smirk. "Maybe…" she said with a shy smile. "But really, I have a lot to thank you for… I'm sorry that I can't just say yes to dating you again… I still have to deal with my karma…" "I understand. All I want is for you and my kids to have a merry Christmas." She felt slightly startled hearing him say "my kids" again. He noticed so his naughty smirk returned. "My angels, remember? I picked them to be 'my kids' this Christmas."

Katia moved to sit on the step and continued to giggle, “Oh yeah? What about Santa Claus? Where did he move?” With a look of horror he answered, “Well, you see, my dear niece, Santa is a lesser god, but a god all the same. So, he packed up Mrs. Claus, the reindeer, and all of them damn elves, moved the whole shebang to the god realm. Now we have elves and reindeer running around everywhere creating chaos.” “See what I mean, Uncle, even that little joke taught me something. You just taught me that Santa was a god. Uranus does the same thing when he is here. Why? It is not like I will ever see anyone again or interact with anyone again.” She explained.

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

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.”

"I'm a man! I don't know which is worse, being a sperm or being a man!" "Sigh," the voice interrupted her and urged her to move. "We don't have much time, as I said, you are in Santa's body right now. And your mission is to give gifts to the people that Santa forgotten to send on Christmas Eve. Technically, Christmas is over but Santa felt bad for the people he has forgotten, hence, he asked for this!" Kiera frowned looking in the mirror, "Do Santa drinks a lot? He sure has a big tummy..."