Head Elf Santa Clause Novels & Stories

"Aye I grew bored of Sebastian's glaring." Then his eyes narrows. "I could have sworn I dreamt of seeing two elves. One was unmoving like a dead person and the other looked like he was one of Santa's helpers." He murmurs then nods. "Right, that's the whole point of elves. They are Santa's helpers." "Santa's helpers? Is there such a thing as Santa?" Gorjon questions across the other room, Stefan sleeping form still on his thighs. Cylester's eyes dart to the elf and his eyes widen in wonder. "So I was not dreaming!"

I put my hand over hers. My mouth opened and closed again. "Hey, that can't be your kid. That kid looks like atleast six if not nine. Aren't three years old suppose to be toddlers or something. Unless she cheated on-" The Santa weird guy cut himself off because of the sharp glare he received. I could see some gears turning in his head as he spoke again. "But then again if it is your kid we are talking about I won't even be surprised if the kid was born with a height considered good for a six year old." He shrugged.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

Paunchy, clapped me on the back as I entered, his hand lingering a second too long on my waist. “Gentlemen, meet Selena, our very own Santa's Little Helper! She's here to make your Christmas merry.” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking. I scanned the room, heart picking up speed. These weren't office workers….they looked like execs, the kind who closed deals in backrooms and paid for extras.

For some reason all of it - her shivering, the way she said that, even what she had said about her egg – it turned me on. "You want my presents, slut? I'll give you something to unwrap in a few months," I lined up with her sopping hole and started pushing in. I growled over her mewling cries, "Yeah Mrs. Clause, you're going to be such a naughty slut, going back to Santa with my baby stretching your little belly!"

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.”

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.

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