Head Elf Santa Clause Novels & Stories

White Christmas trees that were chest-height and lit up brightly could be found on either side of the road every ten yards or so. They were like a beacon that followed them the entire drive. Even the security gate and stone fence were decorated: each gate had a wreath hanging on it and the walls seemed to have luminescent icicles hanging on them. “A little over-the-top?” James asked to no one in particular. “Yeah,” Eliza whispered. “Are you kidding me,” Matt burst out excitedly as the house came into view and they could see the Santa Clause display on the lawn, the elves, and all the colorful lights around the house itself. “It’s freakin’ awesome!”

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.”

Ecto’s wearing a knit sweater with a dorky Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer design. “I know all about the myth of Santa Claus,” Ecto says. “And I know full well that you’re the one who’s going to put something in that virtual stocking anyway. Your parents, as well-intentioned as they were, told you a lie when you were a child.” “Because,” Kate says simply. “Parents play ninja to keep the magic alive. I can make you feel that magic too. At least for a while. For sure, it’s gonna be a one-off deal.”

Athos kissed her on the temple as he moved to get his still unopened Santa present. “I need my blanket so I can take a nap and the little elves under the age of eighteen can pick up the mess.”

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.

he elbowed my sides which made me flinch and groan loudly. “ We look like Santa,” I replied in an agitated voice. “ But Santa is good, Don’t you agree Anaya?” Dante responded and Anaya nodded quickly. “ Santa is a clown,..” “ Shush, Mom, Santa will hear you and there will be no Christmas gift for you,” She responded. I groaned loudly, I loved walking with them but they always battled me, they looked like each others apprentices, and I loved it, very much no matter how much I pretended not to.

They were maybe 10-12 feet tall and apparently heavier than I thought. And what do we have for Christmas? A freaking man-sized Santa Claus with his slide and all the nine reindeers. I'm telling you, he goes too extra with the decorations. He has money, he can allow himself to go this far with the decor, that's what he says when I ask him why. It's actually heartwarming to see this big man being so enthusiastic and giggling like a kid. And I know in such moments he is the real Viktor I have the luck to know. In such moments of pure freedom and joy.

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.

What was done was done. Now, if that wasn’t weird enough. This Yule was a holiday, and it sounded pretty cool. Like Christmas for a full two weeks! Presents, winter fun, no school, and family. He’d been told this morning that his new family would be coming back with even more people. His Mom seemed happy, and his new Dad did too, sort of. He wasn’t sure he wanted the whole pack and all these people in the packhouse for the next two weeks. So it was going to be fun to find out why. They didn’t have Santa Claus, not like most people knew him. He was called the Holly King, and he ruled winter. There was a feast coming up on December 21, and he was curious and a little excited about it bec

"Yes I am." I pursed my lips. "Don't take this in an offensive way but, why aren't your ears pointy?" I said then made some gestures with my hands to my ears. I know what you're thinking. It's a rude question to ask. But as far as I know, elves have pointy ears and are short, right? Well according to the image of Santa's helpers in kids' books.