Is That You Santa Claus Novels & Stories

"What would you like to do when we arrive? It won't be too long now." She brightens, pearly teeth showing. "I've no idea. I don't know anything about Helsinki.... or Finland for that matter." "Nothing at all?" "Well, Santa lives in Lapland, doesn't he?" she grins. "So they say. And they celebrate him in the city. You'll see." I check my watch. "Come on. There's something I want you to see." "Where are we going?" "Back to the cabin." "But we'll be docking soon?"

"I'm a man! I don't know which is worse, being a sperm or being a man!" "Sigh," the voice interrupted her and urged her to move. "We don't have much time, as I said, you are in Santa's body right now. And your mission is to give gifts to the people that Santa forgotten to send on Christmas Eve. Technically, Christmas is over but Santa felt bad for the people he has forgotten, hence, he asked for this!" Kiera frowned looking in the mirror, "Do Santa drinks a lot? He sure has a big tummy..."

"Tell me about yourself." Holly frowned stubbornly, but did as she was told. "Now," Santa began, reaching in a sack on his other side. "Your name's Holly?" The blonde nodded. "Such a pretty plant." he pulled out a sprig and offered it to her. "It's sharp." she pointed out. "True," Santa agreed. "What else?" Holly stared at him in confusion. "It's you." he tapped her nose softly while smiling, something about it feeling familiar. "I don't get it." Holly admitted.

Neither of them had ever said the words—they would only be throwing gasoline-soaked kindling on the flame—but she felt it every moment they spent together. Tessa tugged the door open. Zy stood there with a pointy, jingle-ball hat, a jaunty grin, and a Santa suit unlike any she’d ever seen, complete with an open jacket and tight red pants. The look was way more hot man abs than ho ho ho. “Merry Christmas, baby. You want to sit on Santa’s lap and tell me if you’ve been a good girl? Or are you on the naughty list?” She giggled. “Oh, my gosh. That’s what you’re wearing?”

His mouth hung open like Santa was ten feet tall. Santa ho-ho-ho’d with exactly the kind of laugh only Ryker could pull off when he wasn’t trying. “Well, well, well,” he said, setting the giant Santa sack down. “I’ve heard there’s a good little boy in this home.” Storm shot his hand in the air. “ME!” he squealed. The room erupted in laughter. Santa knelt to Storm’s level, the bells on his boots jingling. Mrs. Claus (Mom, trying not to laugh) placed a hand behind Storm and kissed the top of his head.

“Would you like to know a Christmas secret? Would you be able to keep it?” Liam gave an enthusiastic nod as he leaned closer to Nicholas. “I can keep a secret! I promise!” “I’m actually Santa’s son. I came here from the North Pole last night. There was an emergency with one of Santa’s sleighs. It looks like it’ll be too foggy on Christmas Eve for Santa to be able to fly his sleigh through the night...” Nicholas brought a hand to his chin, as he ran his fingers through his faux beard. “Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?”

He said as he clapped his hands, looking at his mother's face as she cleared her throat. "It was a beautiful December day" She began, "with clear blue sky and snow-covered treetops. Christmas was in the air but up in Santa’s lodge, all was quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of preparing Christmas presents had gone for Santa had fallen ill. “Oh dear, what will the children say when they don’t receive presents this year,” Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed.

I felt this magnetic pull towards the light, and I matched up to it, my soul and mind completely focused on walking through it. I walked closer to the door, I narrowed my eyes at a figure standing a few meters away from the illumination. I can't make out who it is at first, but once I finally get to where the figure is situated, I my heart clenches, causing me to choke out a sob. "Xavier?" "Mama." "What are you doing here." "I decided to leave earth since you wanted to go join God." "No I didn't,if we both go who is going to be with your father."

- - 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.

Of course, knowing her, she would recover at once and start teasing him. "Are you sure? May I remind you that it's Christmas time and not April Fool's?" "Haha, very funny, Lena. But I'm not joking this time. This time, it's for real and for keeps." "Really now? What makes this one so special?" she answered with a challenging note to her tone. "You have very similar names, Roth is crazy over her scent, and she has kids." Suddenly, the line is filled with awkward silence. "V, she's human? And with her own children too?"