Romans & histoires Head Elf Santa Clause

The fact that they were peeking around a sequined Christmas tree with pointy ice crystal ornaments only added to the whole disconcertingly ominous picture. “You’re going to make kids afraid of Santa’s helpers,” Meghan said, smacking her brother. “Parents will be investing in therapy instead of building blocks.” “What do you think?” James asked Starlight, pointing at his sweater. Starlight grimaced. “It’s kinda… creepy.” James laughed. “Runner-up,” Elijah said. “But I’ll give you an A for effort.” She took in Elijah’s sweater. Dark green with wide red stitching at the collar and cuffs, a googly-eyed reindeer head smiled at her. Not only did Rudolf’s nose glow brightly, but its antlers were de

A few people in elves' costumes trail in after, closing the doors behind them to keep the outdoor warmth from entering. "Merry Christmas!" Santa announces, voice booming. The children's excited laughter spills forth as they rush to surround him. He peers in mock curiosity at their tiny eager faces and begins. "So far this year all of you kids have made it on the good list and steered clear of the bad one. So I've brought presents for all!" The children voice their giddy approval. Santa then reaches to his side and unravels a scroll. "The first kid on this list is Hazel Kashani! Please step up."

Only, not a single person is awake to witness it. This time, Christmas gift to humanity is apocalypse. Santa rushed to make it an early delivery.

“Looks like it.” Harlow spins, eyes lighting up. “Did you see, Daddy Rook?” she grabs my hand and drags me closer, pointing at the snowman pancakes, the Santa face, the Christmas tree made of kiwi. “The elf made breakfast! And it’s so pretty!” I crouch beside her, pretending to examine everything carefully. “Hmm, you think we should eat it? Or should we leave it for the elf in case he comes back?” She gasps, horrified. “No! He made it for us! We have to eat it!” She scrambles into her seat, already reaching for the snowman pancakes.

I give him a nod and smile then he turns his attention back to Nina, while I make quick work of getting dressed, the whole time my mind drifts back to last night and even more so when I use the bathroom and feel soreness between my legs but it only makes me smile. Once I'm done we step out of the bedroom with an excited Nina bouncing in Riley's arms. "Good morning!" Josh sings out the moment we step into the lounge. "Santa came!" Nina screams when she notices the gifts surrounding the Christmas tree. She squirms in his arms to be let down and he laughs as he does just that. She runs over to the tree as quickly as her little legs can carry her all while constantly shouting her excitement abou

Mrs Willow never mixed business with family but when her stepson insisted she couldn't deny. Christmas was near...and as the city had snow everywhere it was a great time to cherish the Christmas spirit. People roamed around with their children and buying gifts for their loved ones. The decorated reindeers...fake and real were standstill in the streets. The fake Santa was waving the little kids...giving candies to them. At night, the decorated streets with Christmas lights enhanced the view. It was so perfect for Pidge...she was excited.

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

“I’m late. I should get going. I still have gifts to deliver to a lot of children before sunrise.” "You're just trying to avoid what I said, aren’t you?" "No, no," he protests, his voice higher now. "I’m not avoiding it. Why would I? I’m just on a tight schedule.” I move closer to him, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps. I reach up, letting my finger trail along his white beard. It’s surprisingly soft, softer than I expected, softer than it looks. "Dear Santa," I murmur, "there’s no need to feel ashamed."