Does Dear Santa Spoil Santa Novels & Stories

My boyfriend had a border collie named Milo that he treated like his own child. No matter how broke we were, Milo never went without. We waited outside the warehouse club for its 10 p.m. bread markdowns, then bought Milo fresh seafood flown in that morning. We worked until conjunctivitis left our eyes bloodshot and still didn't dare take a day off, all so we could send Milo to a summer camp that cost more than three thousand dollars. I always thought Lucian simply loved animals too much, that people could tough it out but Milo shouldn't have to suffer. Until the Calloway heir threw a lavish banquet in the north end of town for his beloved pet's birthday. I snuck in hoping to take home some f

I spread her legs apart, and claimed her pussy inch by inch. "I want more, Carlos!" I slammed into her, giving her one thrust after another, and right when she came, I did too. Maria came up panting. "Merry Christmas, Darling!" I chuckled and then claimed her mouth. The next morning, Maria got up early to help Madre make Christmas breakfast. The dining room table was covered in pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, gravy, biscuits, and muffins. Marco joined us as well. After we ate, we settled in the Family room, to open gifts. Madre passed out the gifts. She always enjoyed playing Santa. We took turns opening gifts from "Santa". Madre still put " from Santa" on all the gifts she

“Deal. I’ve heard about your lack of cooking skills where turkeys are concerned.” Unable to help himself he laughed. “Yes, Cheryl always thought that any turkey that I tried to cook should have received a presidential pardon.” “So, I’ve heard.” “Mom! Are you decent?” Jolene asked from the hallway. “Santa came and we want to open presents!” “They never grow up.” Helen laughed as she walked towards the door and Reese headed into the attached bathroom. “Merry Christmas!” she opened the door and found Jolene holding her youngest sister. All four of the babies had matching footie pajamas declaring that it was their first Christmas. Jaina smiled brightly at her mother and cooed as she reached for

“I excelled in every program the Schultz team placed me in. I want to thank him wholeheartedly, because this entire gala was his idea, to give back to those less fortunate and to those we consider family. We love you all, and we thank you.” The room erupted in applause. Aria smiled brightly. “Okay, children, look who’s here.” She turned just as Santa burst onto the stage. The kids screamed with excitement. Santa danced, shook his shoulders, rubbed his belly, and played the part perfectly. Five elves followed closely behind as he approached the microphone.

“Hoo, hoo, hoooo. What do you want for Christmas, little girl?” “I want . . .” the shy four-year-old began softly. No. There’s no way that’s Ray. Ava nearly stumbled down the step to get to the camera. She took the picture. Santa gave the little brown-haired girl a sucker and helped her off his lap. Ava quickly approached St. Nick and bent down to be eye to eye with him. Her mouth dropped open. It was Ray. “Ray, why are you . . . Santa?” she whispered. “Where’s Phillip?”

Dear Santa, I know you’re not expecting a twenty-three year old who writes smut online whenever she’s horny to write to you about her Christmas present, but here I am, sad and floaty. My boyfriend just dumped me. Scratch that. Ex-boyfriend. You’re not gonna believe his reason. It’s because I’m fat, Santa. I’m not really fat, I’m just… not skinny. Gosh, why do people bother so much about weight? Fat people are literally the cutest. I mean, take a look at us!

But they had no problem adopting the human way of life. The streets were filled with Christmas lights and decor. Every little house on the street had a unique quark. Mr. Humphrey, the local butcher, had hung a deer head on top of the large green sign that said "Humphrey's Butchery." The local grocery store had an inflated Santa who was surrounded by a group of five-year-olds who were playing ring around the rosy with the Santa in the middle. Even the street lights had been decorated with spirals of Christmas lights. It was as if Killian and I were in the middle of Sanata's workshop.

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?”

I didn't see the message until I woke up the next morning. The sender was NocturneNotes. No profile picture, and their profile page was almost completely blank. NocturneNotes: Your sister isn't lying. That thing is dangerous. My heart immediately started pounding. I replied instantly: Do you know what it is? Please tell me! A few minutes later, a reply came. NocturneNotes: The real Santa Claus doesn't bring gifts. Anything that enters your home can't be the real Santa.

It was practically painless and really, who can complain when my mother’s blueberry pie is involved. I just got off work and ran to the grocery store and of course I am assaulted by the holiday regalia the second I walk through the sliding doors. I maneuver as fast as I can around a gray haired man wearing scraggly jeans, ringing a bell over his empty money bucket for a corporation that claims to be religious and non-profit, but I know better. They make the public believe they use the donated money to help poor children and recovering alcoholics when what they really use it for is to pay their executives fat Christmas bonuses. Shame on them pretending to be santa. ‘They should rename their