Father Christmas In Narnia Novels & Stories

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

“Yes, they are.” “It’s perfect timing,” Caterina said, looking proud and wry at the significance of her gift, “that you’re here, Killian, because you and Sera are the last ones on Santa’s list.” “Ho ho ho,” Tommaso said from where he sat by the tree. I barked a laugh and sat on the floor against the couch between Sera’s legs. She rested her hand on my shoulder. “That’s a new sight.” Tommaso handed a box to Dustin, who gave it to Sera. “Merry Christmas, sis.”

That drawing's smile was so contagious; he couldn't avoid grinning himself. And it was a naughty one. Folding both paper angels into his wallet, as if that action could get him closer to his mate, he turned around and got into his new car. With a head full of happy thoughts, he drove away, still smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Roth, I'm thinking of changing the plan..." My thoughts exactly. Just a little bit, though, to fit the festive heartfelt holidays.

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

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.

“You okay? You look… different tonight.” Different. Code for dressed up, maybe a little too much. I felt my cheeks heat. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… needed to get out.” I gestured toward the stage. “There. That’s the guy.” The Father Christmas act was in full swing now, posing for photos, handing out candy canes, letting tips get tucked into his belt while the crowd cheered. Mr. Harlan turned to look, squinted a little under the strobing lights, then burst out laughing. A real, deep belly laugh that made his shoulders shake.

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.

THE LAST CHRISTMAS “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Ho Ho Ho, and all that kind of bizzo!” Mama Metcalf said, opening the door. She wore a knit red sweater with a green Christmas tree stenciled across the front, actual silver bells dangling from it, and a Santa hat was perched on her head. Seeing this, Emily bleated, glad that she hadn’t cancelled as she’d been tempted to. “Good, lord! The same to you. You look quite festive.”

A few victories make a man fell mighty; the same could be said for a gnardil. Jarden could feel that a lot has change, since, he was here last time. He was near the Fork when something caught his attention, on his left side; he saw a shadow disappearing in the dense bush. The shadow, if he could see correctly, was large as a small child. "It's only my imagination," he said in a halftone. But he was sure that he saw something. "And I'm Father Christmas," a voice said. He turned to the voice. Something was standing on the other side, with a voice that was distant and cold. It used the leaves as its cover.