Head Elf Santa Clause Novels & Stories

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

was letting a group of giggling girls tuck dollar bills into his belt. “Mike… this is going to sound insane, but… is your dad at Club Velvet right now?” A long pause. Then a confused laugh. “What? No. Why the hell would my dad be at a club? He’s probably on the couch watching ESPN with a beer. Why?” “There’s a Santa act,” I said, voice low over the music. “And he looks exactly like him. Like… scarily like him.” Mike snorted. “You’re drunk already?”

" 'I have no doubt about that, Isabella. But you won't get away that easy. I narrowed my eyes before turning my back on him, walking towards Santa's armchair. " Isabella? " he followed me closely. " 'You better get your cell phone ready, Gustaf,' I warned him. " Are you serious? Without bothering to answer, I went straight to the man dressed as Santa Claus, Elliot Jones if I remember correctly. " 'Hey Santa, can we take a picture? " I caught his eye. " 'Ho ho ho, of course we can, young lady,' he declared in a typical voice that almost made me roll my eyes before he approached.

“But, since I have so many more gifts to give out, I’m going to have my elves help me.” He motioned and two men stepped forward. Holly recognized them as Hal and Gregory, Nathan’s bodyguards. However, they were wearing green tunics with striped red tights and a yellow belt. They also had on elf ears and pointed caps. They looked more like a pair of Jolly Green Giants than Santa’s helpers. Hal went to the open bag. “Where is Natasha?” Natasha stepped forward, fear and curiosity on her face. “That’s me.” “Here you go, darling,” Hal said, a smile filling his face as he handed her an art kit.

" Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF" "Oliver was an elf. He lived with his family in the North Pole. There were many elves in the Santa’s village, but Oliver was the littlest one. It was Christmas time and Oliver was excited. This year, he would discover his special job at one of Santa’s workshops. He just needed to visit each shop to see which one was the right fit.

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

Tiny Fae stretched her hands high, falling to reach the ledger she wanted, even standing on a stool. “Seems like you need help?” Santa asked, from the couch, his eyes lingering too long at her bubble size butt. He had Little Missy on his chest, sucking away on his titties and yet, he wanted Tiny Fae. Tiny Fae blushed hard as her pussy clenched. Santa’s deep voice was everything. He wasn’t the Santa with a big tummy and while his beard were as white as his hair, he was irrevocably handsome.

could escape my lips, Santa Claus flexed his whip before slashing it across my body. A scream tore off my throat, and I expected marks on my body as tears stung my eyes, but when I looked down at myself, I saw none and widened my eyes slightly in disbelief. The pain that seared through my bones was a confirmation that my body ought to be disfigured and bleeding now, but right now, my skin is still as flawless. Santa Claus must have seen the confusion in my eyes for he laughed, his voice echoing in the room as the Christmas song continued to play in the background.

Maze's eyes widened as she acknowledged the man concealing in the Santa outfit was Cosimo. Maze giggled covering her mouth with an exclamation in astonishment, "OMG" Cosimo blushed however, no one noticed the discomfort on Santa's face, which was hidden behind the fake mustache of Santa Claus. But the shyness burrowed in his bowed eyes did not escape anyone's eyes. Santa came forward and handed Maze a candy floss in her hand and wished 'Merry Christmas' in his pretended heavy tone. Everyone burst out laughing except Orion, to let Cosimo know how much they were enjoying his discomfort.

Mindy giggled, wiggling her hips to make the bells jingle on the tips of her skirt. I laughed. “Almost as amazing as me.” My elf hat kept falling to the side, and I was trying to use hairspray against my curls to help keep it in place. We both were wearing the same elf outfits with green and white striped wool stockings and slippers with bells on the tips of the toes. We looked ridiculous, but the kids would love it, and besides forging those stupid prosthetic ears, I thought they’d find us to be believable elves from the North Pole. “This is great! I say we do this every year!” Mindy cheered, filling her bag that matched our outfits with candy canes. “I can’t believe you convinced Mr. Craft