Reindeer Stories Novels & Stories

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

"Okay, do you like wolf stories? I'll give you the story of Little Red Riding Hood," Drex nodded in agreement. Like a young mother who is lulling her child to sleep, Lea softly tells the story of the red riding hood. It's just that, after hearing the end of the story, Drax was even angry. "Why did the wolf die? Besides, how can the little girl and Grandma still live in the wolf's belly?" "It's like a children's fairy tale," "It turns out that human kids have been told bad fairy tales since childhood, maybe that's why you're stupid!"

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "Long ago, at the North pole dwelt the children's Favorite person, Santa Claus. Every Christmas he'd Sneak in the kid's room and leave there a gift according To how nice they'd been all year long. Santa had many elves helping him with Gifts Synthesis, preparations, and Delivery. Among those Elves, there were two of them that fell in love with Each other! They were both from the Gift-wrapping Department. Every month they'd give each other a Gift. A boy elf was very good at wrapping gifts, he Was very good at making up things and Fantasizing Stories, which the girl elf loved to listen to. The boy Elf would invent every possible design of w

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

She lerned how to care for all the animals along with caring for her very own horse Ash loves going out on long trail rides. She would go along with some of the other people and go on weekend long camping trips with their horses. They would get everything set up along with a really good camp fire, the ones with the horses would saddle up and head out for a afternoon ride. When they returned, they get the horses some food and water for the rest of the night. Gathering around the fire, they would all roast some hotdogs while listening to some of the stories the others we're telling. Some were just made up while others were just funny things that happened to them in the past. There is this one

“Mommy please tell me a story before bed.” I have my best puppy dog eyes as I cling to my mother’s leg, begging for a story before bed. Mommy smiles at me and I know I’ve won. “Alright Haley, which one?” “The one about the Blood Red Wolf.” “That one again? Oh, alright.” Mommy tucks me under the covers and then cuddles up in bed with me as she begins to tell the story. I have heard this story several times but it’s one of my favorites.

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

I gave her a wary look, but before I could say anything, one of the older wolves clapped his hands, calling for attention. “All right, everyone! You know the rules—stories first, dares later,” he announced, earning a cheer from the group. The storytelling began, with wolves taking turns sharing tales of past hunts, pack legends, and, occasionally, embarrassing personal encounter that left everyone in stitches. I found myself laughing more than I had in weeks, the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie around it easing some of the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. When the storytelling ended, the atmosphere shifted, an air of playful anticipation settling over the group.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.