Father Christmas In Narnia Novels & Stories

He looked casual yet imposing in a dark cashmere sweater, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face. "Merry Christmas, girls," he said, his voice a calm, deep rumble. His eyes slid to Ariana, lingering just a second too long on her lips before returning to Cami. "Merry Christmas, Dad!" Cami ran over and gave him a quick hug, which he returned with a stiff but fond pat on the shoulder. "Ari says her ankle is feeling better. Maybe we can go for a walk in the gardens later?"

but not here. Richard listens to all this, his face intent, but he chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "Yes, and last Christmas was no picnic either, was it? You three hunted by Klempner´s men and, well, getting my offices attacked and set on fire wasn´t exactly my first choice from Santa." He gives her a long look. "I imagine that Christmas when you were a child, in the Blessingmoors Home, was nothing to celebrate either?"

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

That, at least, was something. “I shall call for Mr. Cane now,” Santa Claus said, as he stood, ushering her toward the doorway. Serendipity scooped up her coat and followed, wondering how he would go about retrieving Corey. However, as the golden door came open, Serendipity saw his familiar face standing near the staircase, waiting for her and couldn’t help but smile. He was smiling at her as well, his real smile, not the fake one, and she heard St. Nicholas chuckle over her shoulder certain that he knew the difference as well. “Thank you ever so much,” Serendipity cried, turning to embrace the kindly spirit once more.

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

“ Santha, i don'th wnow if you can buth i wouwd wiwe you tho mawe carther shthay withh ush forever. He mawesh ush aww shmiwe and ith wouwd be aweshome tho theww widsh x-man ish our friend. Pwush, we aww wiwe boysh.. even tia wiwesh thhem... sho we couwd aww wiwe carther thogethher. Excepth ivy. Pweashe mawe him wiwe carther thoo. (Santa, I don't know if you can but I would like you to make Carter stay with us forever. He makes us all smile and it would be awesome to tell kids X-man is our friend. Plus, we all like boys.. even Tia likes them... so we could all like Carter together. Except Ivy. Please make him like Carter too.) Santa looked down at Ollie with wide eyes then looked up at us and

Felix, wearing a Santa hat, served as the family's own Santa Claus, handing out gifts with a sparkle in his eye. As the unwrapping commenced, laughter filled the room. Zoey's eyes sparkled with excitement as she opened her presents, and Liam, too young to understand the concept of gifts, clapped his tiny hands at the crinkling sound of wrapping paper. "How adorable," they uttered as they both smiled while watching Liam altogether. Felix had a peaceful moment with Marianne despite the celebratory bustle. He handed her a nicely wrapped present, his eyes wide with eagerness. "Merry Christmas, my love."

This had happened before. Panic surged through me. I raised my hand and slapped myself, the sharp sting confirming I was awake. “What’s today’s date?” I demanded. Charlotte blinked, taken aback. “December 25th, dear. Christmas Day.” I blinked, my pulse racing. My eyes drifted toward the large Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Behind the twinkling lights and ornaments, someone stood. Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently.