Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

She was starting to appreciate that she liked to be in charge more than was good for him or her. “I like that; that’s really you," he breathed in sudden amusement. “Add some fur, and you could be a very cute female Santa Claus." “No fur, please,’ she replied, then queried, ‘Do you have Santa Claus in Chicago?” He smirked. "Yes, and he comes in the New Year with a female, almost naked sidekick,” Dave told her. “But you can celebrate Christmas any way you want while you’re with me.”

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

Anna Once I discovered that Santa Claus had long since passed away, decades before my own arrival into this world, nothing seemed to catch me off guard anymore. Frankly, it both perplexes and irritates me when people anticipate my feigned shock and amazement, when in fact I had long predicted the outcome.

Chapter 275 Cleo There are little indicators that remind you that it's that time of the year again and when is that time of year again you know that it's time to buy gifts get gifts for people play Father Christmas tell the kids that there is a secret of watching them so that they may behave and be good for Father Christmas I admire I pulled a of I won't tell my age because it's rude to ask a lady their age but I still believe in Santa and I still believe in the magic of Christmas and when; Maria's birthday comes around. After her birthday it is down hill to Christmas .

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.

Sally and I headed towards the sushi shop just down from work and from the bar where Blake worked. "Ana! Ana!" I heard, I turned around swiftly because I didn't recognise the voice, I look back at Sally "oh my shit, it's Blake" Sally walks way laughing with her arms waving in the air and as she does my heart drops in to my stomach. "Oh, hi Blake" I sheepishly say. Blake tells me how Phil the almighty match-maker text him and told him I was looking for a slice of heaven, and asked him if he could provide it? I laughed so loud I snorted and died a little on the inside from embarrassment.

“Miss Kathleen says Santa Claus would visit me and that he likes cookies and milk. Has he ever visited you before?" "Yes, Santa will get you what you want!" Korina nodded enthusiastically to Hayley. "He know exactly what you want and he'll get it for you." "Wow!" Her eyes widened in awe. "So he is the gift fairy?" "Yes, exactly!" She said. Looking at me for affirmation. "Have you ever met Santa?" "I think so. But I can't remember. I doubt he came last year. Although I saw lots of presents, but…I don’t think I saw him come down the chimney."

Ava chatted about school with Darla Hale, Uncle Cole's daughter, and Jamie fought over the largest piece of roast venison with Declan Hale, Uncle Cole's son. The Christmas feast covered the entire table. Everything from the roast venison to the mulled wine and the gingerbread house was a reminder of the festive occasion, which celebrated the warmth of being with one's family. They raised their glasses, wishing each other a Merry Christmas. The smiles had already returned to every face. It was as if my disappearance had been nothing more than a small footnote of the night. I hovered by the table, watching them with a hollow feeling in my heart. I was already dead—frozen solid out in the sub-z

“Who’s Santa, Biz-Nono?” The table erupted in laughter, Jace nearly choking on his drink. Kat’s mother reached over, brushing Koda’s hair back. “He’s the man who brings presents at Christmas, sweetheart. You’ll see.” Koda’s eyes widened, the idea settling in like magic. “Presents?” he whispered, almost reverent. Then louder, with certainty: “I want to meet him.” Kat laughed, pulling him into her lap. “Don’t worry, Koda. You will. Christmas is coming.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Laya this happy. You really made her Christmas with this.” Jordan shifted carefully, adjusting his arm beneath Malaya so she wouldn’t stir. His expression softened, something open and almost boyish crossing his face. “I’d do anything to see her smile like that.” He hesitated, then added quietly, “How do you usually spend the holidays?” “Well…” Laila began, her tone thoughtful as memories drifted to the surface. “Some years, my family comes to us. Other years, we come back here. It’s always a little chaotic, a little loud.” A faint smile curved her lips. “She stopped believing in Santa when she was six. Told me she knew Santa wasn’t real because she caught me wra