Novel & Cerita Judy Santa Clause 3

She’d die if she ever saw one. She has stopped believing in Santa since she was in 3rd grade when a classmate showed to her and a whole bunch of other kids a video of his parents slipping gifts into socks (not stockings, Philippine style). But Kate does believe in Jesus, the Holy Trinity, Mama Mary, Heaven, Hell and maybe even Purgatory.

The patio door burst open, and Chloe ran back in, covered in snowflakes, shivering but smiling. "It's beautiful! It's so sexy!" She flopped back onto the rug, grinning at us. Then she looked at the book in my lap and wrinkled her nose. "A textbook? Dad, seriously? That is literally the lamest gift in the history of Christmas." "Maya understands the value of discipline," Silas said smoothly, his eyes locked on mine. "And commitment to long-term investments." The double meaning wasn't lost on me. Heat crept up my neck.

So you could bite and tear? Hooo hooo hooo, look who's here? Santa! Santa Claus had arrived, all the children would be excited. Most of Jason's cousins were little kids who were waiting patiently for gifts from Santa Claus. "Merry Christmas and a happy new year to y'all." The master of ceremony started. I changed into something cuter hoping to catch a sugar man but this was a family get-together! I walked out of my room and found Jasmine approaching with a smile on her face.

Jude smiles and pats his lap, “Come here, sweet girl, come to daddy.” I chuckle and shake my head, grabbing the third present that I had ordered. I’m only going to use part of it tonight, since we are going to a non-kink club. I notice that she obeyed me when I told her to forget the panties, “Jude, grab her legs and hold them up nice and wide.”

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

Paunchy, clapped me on the back as I entered, his hand lingering a second too long on my waist. “Gentlemen, meet Selena, our very own Santa's Little Helper! She's here to make your Christmas merry.” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking. I scanned the room, heart picking up speed. These weren't office workers….they looked like execs, the kind who closed deals in backrooms and paid for extras.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

**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.

“You realize the slips of paper are on a roll. It’s the same ten fortunes recycled.” Leslie looked down at Marie. The little girl’s face had fallen. “Good job, Knight, way to ruin the magic,” Leslie said. “You wanna bring up Santa Claus while you’re at it.” “What about Santa Claus?” Marie asked. Sarah quickly put her hand on her stepdaughter’s shoulder. “Nothing, honey. Hey, you wanna go eat some more candy?” Marie’s face lit up again, and she nodded vigorously. “Nice going,” Jared said to Leslie as the little family left in search of candy, leaving Knight and Leslie alone.

They all felt sad for what has happened to Merry these past few months but they never seemed to lose hope that Merry will wake up someday despite the difficulty. “We wouldn’t want to miss this day spending it with Merry, auntie.” May was quick to respond. Claudine nods in agreement, “We know how America loves celebrating New Year’s. We wouldnt want to spend this day any other way." Judy smiles weakly, “This really means a lot to us. Thank you.” “Don’t mention it auntie.” May tells her. “We would not want to miss New Year’s with America.” “We even brought her presents.” Claudine chimes happily, trying to lighten up the mood between the three of them in the room. “We even bought one for you to