Novel & Cerita Father Christmas From Narnia

he declared in excitement as his bodyguards began bringing out the load of gifts and toys out of the car. "Godfatherr!! You know I asked Santa to get me the soccer ball I asked for last year, I made sure I was good all through the year" a boy yelled out admist the gathering, pushing for a space to hug the Chairman. "Do not worry, I think Santa made sure to get everyone what they'd like for Christmas. But remember children, No one opens their present till Christmas." The Chairman replied, picking up the little boy in his arm. "Come in Godfather, we've got something for you!! Come in!!!" The children cheered on, pulling the Chairman into their apartment.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

“You have a grandmother?” “Yes, but back to santa. I do believe him, and he comes in the New Year with a female sidekick called the Snowmaiden,” Alexander told her. ‘But you can celebrate Christmas any way you want while you’re with me. I didn’t even know the festival existed until I went to live with my grandmother.”

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

I respond with a smile on my face as I think about how committed my father is to this endeavor. "Hey, you naughty little child, what's your name?" He asks, indicating a person at the front of the group. "Jason." The child responds while maintaining a cheerful expression. "Now, Jason, I have a present for you just over here," the narrator said. Jason is about to receive a gift from Santa, so my dad, who is playing the role, stands up from his chair and snatches the item. "Thanks Santa." The young man grins widely. "Don't be shy; just go ahead and open it." He encourages. The young child tears it open as quickly as he possibly can.

“Would you like to know a Christmas secret? Would you be able to keep it?” Liam gave an enthusiastic nod as he leaned closer to Nicholas. “I can keep a secret! I promise!” “I’m actually Santa’s son. I came here from the North Pole last night. There was an emergency with one of Santa’s sleighs. It looks like it’ll be too foggy on Christmas Eve for Santa to be able to fly his sleigh through the night...” Nicholas brought a hand to his chin, as he ran his fingers through his faux beard. “Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?”

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

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

He scowled at me but there was no real bite in it. "Which one do you want?" It took a split second for me to realize he was going to let me choose something. My grin widened as I eagerly looked around at my options. I knew I was acting like a child but that's what this festival did to you. It brought out your inner child and what was more of a perfect time for that than Christmas. And add on to the fact Knox was being very sweet by winning me something. "I'll take Rudolph." I pointed to the kinda smaller reindeer hanging by himself. The older man working the booth handed him over with a kind smile as I held two stuffed animals in my arms.

Anna flung at him and he laughed. He gave her a big gift box wrapped with a red shiny wrapper. She beamed at him. He went towards Anav who was staring at him with a grin and twinkling eyes in Pamela aunt's arms. Santa gave him another present. Anav smiled while taking it and started scratching the wrap with his hands and then tried to eat it by licking. That Santa man came to me and held his hand out to me saying with a heavy voice, "Hello, Merry Christmas miss. This is for you." He gave me a gift. I blinked up at him.