Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

Battling between it being real or fake. At five in the morning, Christmas Day, Mark walked into the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep. He placed his phone on the bedside table and went into the bathroom. Moments later, it vibrated. For the first time in eight years, I picked up my husband's phone. A message flashed on the screen. Tonight was amazing. Hope you’ll spend Christmas with me. Clara My breath caught. I was still holding the phone when he stepped back into the room. “Aria,” he said sharply. “What are you doing with my phone?”

“You don’t have to eat that. I’ll bring you some biscuits.” Then, Mom turned to me with a cold look. “Next time, do it properly. Or you will be punished. And after breakfast, you’re helping me prepare for the Christmas dinner. Your aunt Carol, her husband and their three kids are all coming.” I felt something sink inside me. I nodded slowly. “Yes, Mom.” Elena smirked behind her cup of juice. She looked pleased....like ruining my morning was her favorite part of the day. Suddenly, my phone rang in my pocket. The sound made me jump. Everyone turned to look at me.

“It’s not a wanted poster. And it’s been over ten years! You two only recognized me because you see me all the time. No one else will notice.” The line moves again, and when it’s our turn, Aisha and I go up to Santa together. “Oh, ho, ho! What lovely children! Are you siblings?” The man in the red suit picks us up and sits us on his lap. “No, our siblings are dating.” Aisha points at them, and James waves while trying to hide Brianna from view. “So, have you been good children?” “Yes,” says Aisha. “The best,” I add. Except for when I prank Dad or hide to scare Mom, but I won’t tell Santa that. I want to eat cookies with him, but if he doesn’t bring gifts, he won’t come through the chimney.

At least I hope so. “I’m not Santa. Santa Claus doesn’t exist.” He says as if I didn’t already know that, making me forget about my worry, and I can’t help but chuckle. “I know that, but outside you said that you'd make my biggest wish come true, and you’re dressed as a Santa, so...” I explain, even though I’m sure that it’s useless.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

She slapped his hand away. "Yeah, the lady version of yours." Nova said for the first time. I think she is not the person to talk randomly. Tristan winked at her. "Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh....." We heard the chores of Christmas song. A big Santa was holding his Santa stick with Santa costume. He walked towards us. Anna flung at him and he laughed.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

His biceps were flexed against his velvet green shirt, and his hair was curled slightly on his forehead. “Oh, stop it,” Isabella said. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room. “Anyway, enough about them. You know I was shopping the other day, and I found the perfect Santa costume for you! I was thinking that you could wear it when you go home with Noah and Jax tonight,” she said, winking. “Wait here. I’ll go get it!” She ran to her room and came back with a Santa outfit. “Go try it on!”