Father Christmas From Narnia Mga Nobela at Kwento

“That means he’s close, right?” Adonis nodded. “Close, yes. But you’ve still got time,” he winked. “It looks like the scene right out of a movie,” Logan sighed. The presents were piled high, with various wrapping paper. The stockings were hung by the fireplace, with their names on each one. The fire was lit, and everyone was happy. Even Carl, who had been sullen and withdrawn the past few days, was caught up in the Christmas spirit. He pointed to the phone, explaining to Mira that Santa still had a long way to go before he reached their house.

Amelia whispers to me quietly as we descend down the two steps that lead into the sitting room. "You did great, don't worry love" I give her hand a gentle squeeze before I navigate us past some of my uncles friends and find him sitting on the couch surrounded by other members of my family. He's a large man, always looked a lot like Santa. Which was fitting because as I found out later he was the one who would dress up like Santa for us during Christmas time.

“Who’s Santa, Biz-Nono?” The table erupted in laughter, Jace nearly choking on his drink. Kat’s mother reached over, brushing Koda’s hair back. “He’s the man who brings presents at Christmas, sweetheart. You’ll see.” Koda’s eyes widened, the idea settling in like magic. “Presents?” he whispered, almost reverent. Then louder, with certainty: “I want to meet him.” Kat laughed, pulling him into her lap. “Don’t worry, Koda. You will. Christmas is coming.”

“I’m so sorry. I should have told you everything sooner.” Dark cracks spread across the doors like frost veins. Milo grabbed my hand.“Don’t be scared,” he whispered. “You shine brighter than him.” Then...BOOM. The church doors burst inward.The candles died.Snow spiraled through the air like shards of glass.And standing in the doorway was a figure carved from winter itself—tall, regal, terrible. A crown of frozen thorns glowed faintly on his brow. And his eyes…They weren’t hollow.They weren’t monstrous. They looked heartbreakingly, devastatingly human. “Little star,” he murmured.And my entire world froze.

I reminded him, though my own resolve was quickly crumbling as his finger drew circle on my exposed thighs. He cocked his head, his grin widening. "Who’s Cole? I’m Santa," he corrected, his tone dead serious as he sounds disappointed. "Then Santa," I said, my voice dropping a bit low, "you need to stop groping my breasts. It’s wrong." I slapped his hands away as they wandered higher up my body.

We stepped inside. The reception area was fully decorated for Christmas. My aunt Rosa took holiday season more seriously than any human should. A massive Christmas tree stood in the center, covered in warm lights, red bows, and wooden ornaments handmade at the ranch. Real pine garlands hung from the windows. The smell of cinnamon, pine, and fresh cookies filled the air. “MARCO!” Her voice rang behind the counter. She stepped out wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. “I thought you’d be back only after taking care of the horses!”

“Mr Hale, you do realize you're seating in my property. You do not have a right to be here as well, so I'd advise you not to push it." A heavy silence fell on the room, my dad's face turned pale. He wasn't used to being shut down. Dinner continued quietly and awkwardly. I kept my focus on my food, but I could still feel the angry stares crawl up my skin. Soon, an elderly woman walked in, flanked by guards. Everything about this woman screamed luxury. Damon rose to give her a warm hug. “Welcome grand ma." “Grandma?," I echoed in my head. Caleb forced a smile and walked into her embrace. “Great granny."

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

Mara chose to be quiet which was unusually her because before, she would have jumped right in and and stop the nonsense. Jace tightened his fists but controlled his anger. He wasn't going to give in and react the way they wanted him to. Instead, he remained calm until who he was here to see stepped out which he did some minutes after. He moved closer with his gift and half bowed. "Merry Christmas, Father." An elderly man with half of his hair turned white to reflect the sign of old age showed up clearly. He collected the gift and set them aside. A young beautiful woman came out next to him. Even though she was in her later sixties, she looked gorgeous.

Just about now, five kids, all wearing cardigans and cute beanies, run down to surround him. “Hey, big guy, can you help us fix our star?” the tallest one asks while the other little ones look up at him like he's a superhero. He is. “Of course.” Jaxon gives them a smile that makes him look all fatherly. It causes a hot squeeze between my thighs. He hands over the cart to me before leaving with them. I sigh and watch him help them place the star on a tall Christmas tree. He gives them all high fives after.