Head Elf Santa Clause Novels & Stories

It was nearing Christmas and Jo was planning a special Christmas party for the occupants of the safehouse. She had booked a catering team that would cook Christmas lunch for the women and Scott had agreed to dress as Santa Claus and hand out presents to the children. Thalia wasn’t sure if Levi would be back in time to spend Christmas with us because he wasn’t sure how long their trip to Switzerland would be. She had finally given in to me and resigned from the hospital and she helped Jo at the safehouse on a permanent basis now.

Not even trying to contain the passionate smile she knew was on her face, Missy turned to give her boyfriend a quick kiss, before turning to Eleanor and Derek, wanting to cheer them up. - Don't worry, Derek, darling. Tomorrow, as soon as you wake up, Santa Claus will have brought all the gifts you asked for. – she smiled sweetly – And, who knows, maybe the mint chocolate chip cookies the three of us made this afternoon can keep him busy long enough for you to catch him in the act. – she winked, adding conspiratorially – Me, Aunt Megan and our father used to do this every year and once we both got to see it.

At Christmastime, Greg was the star of the show, playing Santa Claus, with Willow as an elf. Greg had tried to get her to play Mrs. Claus, but she wanted no part of Mrs. Claus’s traditionally conservative (read: frumpy) fashion. As an elf, Willow felt she had more freedom with what she wore and designed her own costume. Greg didn’t care for this, either, but Willow didn’t know why. All the truly scandalous bits were covered, and the kids who came to visit Santa didn’t seem to care that her slim stomach, the lower parts of her ass cheeks, and shapely legs were on display. Neither did the aforementioned hot dads. The only people who seemed to have a problem with her elf costume were Greg and s

Instead, when she'd seen the tall, well-proportioned, pointy-eared elf with a gentle temperament—Elwin Duskwood—she'd grabbed his hand and refused to let go no matter what. Charlotte was obsessed with handsome men. She'd been attracted by Elwin at first glance and chose to follow him without hesitation. In our previous life, in order to prevent me from challenging her for Elwin, she'd said to me with all seriousness, "You're taller than me, Minnie. That wolfman looks like a better match for you in terms of stature. He'll take good care of you." After our reincarnation, she switched up her lines. "I've never seen such a handsome man, Minnie. This pointy-eared man must be one of the elves of l

A loud roar went up again and Eli tucked his little face in the crook of my neck. Oliver thanked the people for all the trouble of arranging the party and announced that it was officially Yule. After his little speech, people came to greet me and Eli and my son became incredibly shy in an instant. As the night wore on, he thawed a little, and he even started to smile at some of the pack. I saw the change in Eli the moment Oliver announced that it was time to hand out the gifts.

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

Murmurs of confusion. I shake my head, my amusement melting. “Oh, you poor, clueless souls.” My voice drips with pity. “Do you even realize what you’re saying?” I let the silence stretch before delivering the final blow. “Your so-called ‘Alpha Santa’—the one granting your wishes, giving you gifts, ensuring your survival?” I slowly lift my hand and point directly at Elijah, who stands rigid, his expression unreadable. “That’s him.” The crowd freezes. Elijah’s eyes widen just slightly, a flicker of something crossing his face before he quickly masks it.

I asked others, “Are you guys okay with dressing up? I won't force you if you feel uncomfortable with it.” Harry, “I'll be perfect for the grinch role, boss.” Teresa, “I'll choose to be Santa's helper, boss.” Morgan, “I'll go for elves too, boss.” When I looked at theo, he said, “Guess I'm going to be Santa then.” He asked me, “What about you, boss.” “I'll choose to be an elf too.” Harry, “Let's give something in return after visiting our store.” Morgan, “Yeah, that's great.” She turned to me and said, “Boss, let's do that.”

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.

There was even a reindeer—though it wasn’t real—and Michael hopped up and down in excitement. “Welcome to the North Pole!” one of Santa’s elves said, ushering them toward the line. Santa was sitting on a throne off in the distance, his white beard and red velvety suit looking genuine and his cheeks glistening in the Christmas lights that hung like snowflakes from the ceiling. The elves guiding the children through the process were all wearing green costumes with red tights, their pointy shoes and hats with bells on them. Everywhere she looked, she saw smiling, excited faces, and she couldn’t help but let it lift her spirits. “Dad! There’s Hailey!” Michael shouted, pointing across the room to