Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

“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

“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.

I'm talking about seeing the butterfly costume. "Look at this! This one is definitely on the list.” Oliver says seeing the Superman costume. “It has to be an elf! Imagine the elf baby at Christmas, there’s one for girls too, oh my God! Look at this!" I'm talking about seeing a baby dressed as Santa Claus. “At Christmas, either my dad or your dad will dress up as Santa Claus, I’ll decorate everything and the baby will feel like he’s at Santa’s house, I can’t fucking wait,” Oliver says excitedly.

“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.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

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.