Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

- - Don’t you miss him, Maya? - - Who? I already knew the answer to that question. - - Santa Clause! We both laugh so hard that for a second I forgot about how sad answering her is going to be. - - You know who I mean. - If I say no it would be a big fat lie. If I say yes it would be against my rules. So, to answer your question I miss the way he was making me feel.

Aurora was silent and complacent in my hold. When the excitement wore off, I got from the kneeling position and perched her onto my hip, then stared at the man who came in like a wrecking ball in my life. "Hey," I said softly, staring at him with so much love. "Your Santa Claus has arrived, baby."

“Damn it. I should have thought of that!” “I’m ordained,” Santa says. “From the Church of the North Pole?” Kate asks, laughing. “Close,” Santa says. “The internet.” "Well?" I ask Kate. "I'm afraid we're limited as far as choices here. It's Santa or nothing. No offense, Santa." "It's Gary, actually," he says. Kate laughs. "It's fine," she says. "No, not fine. It's perfect." “Where are the rings?” Libby asks.

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.

This had happened before. Panic surged through me. I raised my hand and slapped myself, the sharp sting confirming I was awake. “What’s today’s date?” I demanded. Charlotte blinked, taken aback. “December 25th, dear. Christmas Day.” I blinked, my pulse racing. My eyes drifted toward the large Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Behind the twinkling lights and ornaments, someone stood. Dressed in a red Santa Claus suit, complete with the hat and a thick white beard, watching me silently.

Audriana pointed out. “Great point their girl. Whether or not Santa comes, we know there is JESUS who brings great tidings to us both in Christmas and in our everyday lives” Sofia said. “I am glad for all the people around me, even if I don’t have money or any fine food to celebrate Christmas, I would be grateful to him for giving me the special gift of life and protecting me,” Audriana said and parked in the driveway of Emily. “Let's go fetch that woman before Caleb stops her and gives us an excuse to keep her to himself. Again” Sofia said getting out of the car and closing the door then walking together with Audriana to the front door.

Matt said and hugged me. "Merry Christmas Matt and Maya." I greeted them. "Merry Christmas Raia." the twins replied "Raia, do you think Santa Claus came already?" Maya asked me. I looked at my watch and it was 10 o'clock already. "Not yet, Santa will come at midnight when everyone is asleep already." I replied. "I can't wait to see my presents from Santa!" Maya replied excitedly. "Me too." Matt said.

Claire: “Gotcha. Well, hopefully things go well for you. Merry Christmas, Mal.” Mal: “Merry Christmas, Claire.” Claire set the phone down next to her, threw her head back, and took a deep breath. “You know, this mystery Santa seems like a pretty cool dude to get the whole family such nice gifts.” Quinn walked into the room and sat down next to Claire. Seeking the comfort only found in her best friend, Claire leaned her head on Quinn’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Thoughts of his chocolate eyes and that damn smirk filled her mind. And she smiled. “He is. He really is.”

Nox asked, "why are you worried about Santa?" She pointed out the large windows. "Because the man on TV said the snow is coming. He said lots and lots. He said no driving. What about Santa?" "Child," Jane said, "I told you, Santa flies a sleigh. Snow's a Christmas miracle." I leaned closer. "Jane's right." I glanced at her smiling brown eyes, winked, and looked back to my daughter. "She always is. Santa's sleigh flies better in snow."

“I want to order a clipper. The one that could barb a pretty long female hair, bring it to Classic Castle restaurant.” Selene burst out laughing. My jaw dropped. Daniel was serious. “You can't make me chicken out in fear,” Selene blasted at him.