Judy Santa Clause 3 Novels & Stories

"He's been incredible. For a playboy whore-bag, he's great with kids and quite the Santa. You might want to get up there if you want to sit on his lap." Lisa snorted. "He's my playboy whore-bag." "Yes, he is." Sicily patted her back. "Go get him." Marc glanced up at her, his cheeks burning pink as she got in line behind three little girls, who were giggling softly. They had to be pre-teens from what Lisa could tell. "Hi, there. What do you want from Santa this year?" Marc smiled warmly at the three little girls. "You?" One of them laughed and the others broke out into giggles.

Joey, what is Santa going to bring you for Christmas? His son looked down. Dustin pressed his lips together. China was trying hard to dispel the sudden gloomy air in the room, but he knew what Joey was thinking when it came to Christmas presents. Seemed like he’d had only one wish - and that had been Jill. When Joey didn’t answer, China looked at Dustin. ‘You still up for that hearing on Thursday?’ At his nod, she said, ‘Good. I know you’re ready to get this thing over with.’

"Are you sure about that?" He paused for a second, then looked away. "Umm… maybe just a little. But I still want to go!" I laughed. "Alright, adding it to the list. Anything else?" Blake smiled as if he just had the best idea ever. "Oh! Mommy, I know! Can we go to Santa’s Village?!" Kate smiled too. "Oooh! Yes, yes! Santa’s Village! I forgot about that! Please, Mommy! They have Christmas lights and a big tree and elves and reindeers and—"

Olivia asked, and I chuckled. “It's way past your bedtime, missy, and you're still up.” She frowned at that, so I tried to lighten up her mood: “But you'll see tomorrow; he's still gonna be here. He's not going anywhere, remember?” That seemed to lighten up her mood and give her something to look forward to as she nodded. “Come on, let's get you two ready for bed,” I murmured, taking both their hands in mine. Never in a million years would I have predicted that day would go the way it did; if someone had told me my ex-husband would show up dressed as Santa Claus, I'd probably have laughed in the person's face.

Help. Hey everyone, I need help. Two days ago, my five-year-old sister said she saw Santa Claus in our house, but her description doesn't match the traditional image at all. She said this "Santa" had long, spider-like fingers, too many joints, crawled like a four-legged animal, and after climbing out of our chimney, it just stood silently in the corner of our living room, watching us for an hour. Most importantly, when I asked if this "Santa" had a gift sack, she said no. Just a lumpy, wrinkled, moving sack on its back.

“Hurry up, soon,” Jordan said, as she buckled Aaron’s car seat. “Yes. Yes. Coming.” Adrian locked the door and walked toward his car. As planned the trio was spending Christmas Eve together. Jordan had promised to show places to them around. “So where are we going first?” Adrian asked, starting the car engine. “Gallatin County Regional Park,” she set the GPS. Along the way to the park, Here comes Santa Claus played from the car’s music system. To which, Aaron clapped hands and tried singing. Jordan and Adrian just smiled looking at the little guy enjoying the music and the ride.

Today, with his Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, he looked like Santa about to go on vacation. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Molly!” Ms. Kerstman called down from the store’s ladder. “It’s just that I always have so much trouble with these tree displays. I just wanted to save you some time.” “I fear that Mrs. Claus has forgotten how to take a vacation,” Mr. Kerstman whispered loudly to Molly. “Hopefully she remembers how much she used to love the beach. I think twelve Christmases back to back has turned her into a snow person.”

Norwalk, Connecticut. Christmas was in full blast in 1984. Prairies and rooftops blanched with recently fallen knee-deep snow. Despite the cold, children played snowballs while two squirrels frolicked joyfully on a sagging oak tree branch. Yuletide carols resounded all over the land. Inside their home, the Martin family exchanged gifts. JC got a tie from his father and a watch from Joan, his stepmother. His father received a Cuban pipe from him and two shirts from Joan. She, on the other hand, received more: a ring from his father and a golden locket from JC aside from books and chocolates. His sister Jacky had the most gifts. Then they had dinner with grilled turkey. After having dinner an

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.