Father Christmas In Narnia Novels & Stories

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.

Soft jazz of slow, filthy saxophone, drifted from hidden speakers. A warm hand settled on the small of my back, guiding me forward without a word. I knew this touch. It was gentle, possessive and different. He was waiting in front of the tree. There was no mask this time, just a simple black silk blindfold in his hand and a crimson robe open down the front. The fifth Santa was tall, lean, carved like a statue, and his skin reflected golden in the firelight. A single sprig of mistletoe was tucked behind his ear, and his cock which was thick, flushed,and curved slightly upward, stood proud against his abs, untouched.

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

I caught it, allowing the towel I had draped around my waist to fall to the floor, my erection kicking up at the sight of her sensual tableau. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus.” She winked. “I think it’s time Santa got a little present.” I donned the hat, grinning. “Oh, little elf, Santa has a present for you, all right. But there isn’t anything little about it.”

“I just wanted to give everyone something to smile about during winter. But you all took my chaotic idea and made it beautiful. This pack—you're my family. Thank you for letting me share my traditions with you.” The applause made my ears ring. After dinner, Christian disappeared to transform into Santa. Diana gathered children near the decorated tree, building anticipation. Christian entered with a booming “Ho ho ho!” that startled even him. The children's excited shrieks were worth every second of convincing. Christian sat in a throne-like chair, looking remarkably comfortable in his ridiculous costume. Each child approached to share wishes and receive gifts. I stood with Diana, filming eve

Especially standing next to a Prius. On the other hand, trying to stuff that many light-up candy canes into my Barracuda would’ve been fucking sacrilege, so maybe it was just as well. Christmas. We didn’t do Christmas. Until Nate came along. Now, apparently, we did Christmas on steroids. “Real car,” Nate huffed. “Real piece of — eep,” he finished, as I crowded him up against the car and loomed at him. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

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His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t