Head Elf Santa Clause Novels & Stories

That's why having this little niece who likes to spend time with me is so special to me, because now that I have it I don't want it to ever go away. "It's present time!" Eloise announces as Peter slips in through the front door, dressed in a red sweater and jeans as he casually takes a seat beside where Eloise was previously sitting. "Now that Santa had to unfortunately leave us, we'll have to have some helpers to help pass out the presents!" Eloise smiles warmly to us all as Briella throws her hand up into the air and jumps off the armchair.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes. Santa looked an awful lot like Sheriff Parks, even with his fake beard and stuffed tummy. The kids didn’t seem to notice. He waved and tossed candy from atop his sleigh, his plastic reindeer fastened up the roof of the pick-up truck towing his magical sled atop a flatbed trailer. It was decorated with fake snow and Christmas trees so that it looked as if Santa was flying over the top of a forest of lighted trees. “Well, that’s that,” Memory said, turning toward him, her hands deep in her pockets. “Until next year.”

Then she leaned in and stage whispered, "Don't play her for money. You'll lose your shirt." Kiki laughed. "Oh, I believe that!" "Check," Abby announced again, her voice matter of fact, concentrating hard on the game. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!" a voice resonated throughout the house. Kiki looked over and Santa Claus himself filled the doorway, dressed in a red suit, sporting a natural white beard, and carrying a sack filled with toys. Smiling executives dressed in business suits--both men and women--from The North Pole Lodge, were with him, carrying packages wrapped in brightly colored paper.

Nikolas Her eyes squinted in obvious shock. Judging by her reaction, I was sure she was pulling an amazing stunt and this would be her last. Her looks though, She was definitely someone I wouldn't even look at twice and we had a child? Doubtful. I liked them blonde and feisty. And even if we crossed paths in the bedroom, I was sure her burning red hair would stick in my head and never had I ever fucked a redhead. "Hello Miss," I announced, enjoying her discomfort. The way she shuddered was a turn I suppose. Considering I did not have much control over my life at the moment, It was enjoyable watching someone crumble under me.

his tone held seriousness but I knew he was also trying to get me to laugh. I wiped away the tears that brimmed my eyes, threatening to escape from its captivity, with the back of my hand and took in a deep breath, "And how do you know what a drunk reindeer drives like?" "I don't, but I assume that if the reindeer on Santa's slay flew like how you are driving right now then not every child in the world would get their presents." "Don't tell me you still believe in the santa clause," I groaned at the grown man talking to me at the other end of the phone.

Molly said, kicking at a small pile of snow by her feet. “Wrong.” Mrs. Kerstman nodded in Howard Kerstman’s direction. Molly’s gaze followed Mrs. Kerstman’s nod, and her eyes soon landed on a man dressed up like Santa Claus. He was surrounded by several small giggling children, all holding their hands out towards him..

“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.

he asks. I look up to see him holding up the shoes I had suggested and nod, “Yup, those are the ones.” “Great, I’m taking these home with me,” he says as he gets to work on changing back into his boy clothes. “Now, back to Sexy Santa.” I roll my eyes, “He is not a sexy Santa. I mean, he’s sexy, but he’s not Santa. Santa is a jolly old man with an ever-expanding waistline. Jartre is not that.” He’s also a few billion years older than Santa, but whatever.

she replied, letting out a long sigh. Knock, knock, knock. “Hello, is this Noah's room?” Alistair appeared, dressed in a bright red Santa costume, complete with a beard. Emily followed behind him, laughing cheerfully and carrying a pile of presents. Noah's eyes went wide, sparkling as he saw the various gift boxes in all sizes and colors. “Whoa, Santa!” he cheered. Elena and Alice laughed at the sight. Alistair walked closer with his staff. “Are you ready to open your presents?” he asked, his voice mimicking the jolly gift-bringer.