Reindeer Stories Novels & Stories

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

Reaching out, she gave one of the girl’s pigtails a tug. “I promise, there will be lots of trees when we get into town. But remember, we’re getting a little one this year, okay?” Because of the Grinch and his aversion to all things festive. “I know! It’s like a fairy tree because it’s tiny and can go on a table to put in our room because Kaleb doesn’t like Christmas.” Her head tipped to one side. “How come he doesn’t, Mommy? Everybody likes presents. And Santa… And the reindeers, and Christmas trees filled with lights and all the merry stuff… How come, Mommy?”

It’s really uncomfortable to try to sleep when someone is doing a samba in your uterus. Rose shrugged. “There’s a lot like that because then you get the Cinderella stories, the knights in shining armor stories, and the healing stories.” “What’s wrong with a good Cinderella story?” Heather asked. “I adore them, and almost every culture has one or two that have been printed as beautiful children’s books.” “Nothing is wrong with a good Cinderella story,” Rose started. I interrupted her. “Except when the prince turns out to be a giant dick, but she can’t escape him because he’s the most powerful alpha and they’re fated mates.”

his tone held seriousness but I knew he was also trying to get me to laugh. I wiped away the tears that brimmed my eyes, threatening to escape from its captivity, with the back of my hand and took in a deep breath, "And how do you know what a drunk reindeer drives like?" "I don't, but I assume that if the reindeer on Santa's slay flew like how you are driving right now then not every child in the world would get their presents." "Don't tell me you still believe in the santa clause," I groaned at the grown man talking to me at the other end of the phone.

Her voice was soft with guilt and I pulled away quickly. "No sweety. Your a good girl. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise ok?" She nodded. "Good. Now what do you want to do first?" °°°°° Autumn had told me all about how she spent last year's Christmas in her grandma's cabin home in London. She had made friends with a lot of reindeers that season and even got to name them. It was delightful to watch her talk about little things that she's done and want to do.

Sydney flashed me a grin, "I'm learning how to read." "Oh, is that so?" Silas teased, "You're going to have to read me bed time stories from now on instead of me reading them to you." Sydney pouted her bottom lip, shaking her head vigorously, "No..." She drawled, "you have to still read me stories with momma. Tonight we can read Red Riding Hood." "You know I'm not a fan of that story. They kill the wolf at the end," Silas frowned, "You never kill a wolf Sydney, not unless they've done something completely unforgivable, you hear me?"

He was in the middle of a soliloquy about how Santa takes care of his reindeer, and Melody felt it might be rude to interrupt. Once they entered, Michael was finally quiet as he gasped in awe. The wide open space where the children usually gathered for story time had been transformed into the North Pole, complete with Christmas trees, polar bears, and dancing penguins. There was even a reindeer—though it wasn’t real—and Michael hopped up and down in excitement.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement at seeing bears and elephants ‘Have you never been to a zoo?’ I asked as she stared in wonderment at a reindeer. ‘I did when I visited my dad’s family in Canada when I was a kid, have you?’ ‘Yeah when I was a kid’ ‘Did you know we used to have reindeers in my state but we call them caribous?’ I couldn’t help laughing at her know-it-all attitude. ‘No, I didn't' I grinned down at her. She elbowed me playfully in the ribs, her cheeks turning pink.

"Mommy says daddies know the bestest stories." Nathaniel sat on the edge of the bed, feeling completely defeated from the little one. He didn't know fairy tales. He didn't know about talking animals or magic kingdoms. But as soon as he looked at her expectant face, an old memory surfaced from the depths of his own lonely childhood. In his low and soft voice, he began to recite an old story which his grandfather had told him. A story about a lone wolf who traveled across the mountains to find a hidden star.

" I can make your wish come true. You won't be a coward . You will be a sought-after member of the crowd . The train screeched into the twenty-third street station .My stop. The door opened. I stood half in , half out , keeping them open . I didn't want to be just a member of the in crowd. I wanted more . " I want Richmond to come back into my life." I blurted out. I figured I might as well go with a wish nobody could grant . She frowned " Are you sure .... ? I could offer you with more . " " I have never been more sure ." I said . " All right , dear . Granted. " I walked to school confused . What had I encountered ? Who was the old lady ? Was she some sort of fairy godmother like in Cindere