Santa Claus Stories Novels & Stories

At least, I know by the end of the holiday, I will be a 100k$ richer that I didn't work for. “Deal, this is going to be so much fun,” Clover squeaked.

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

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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.

"It's a time when people come together to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. It's a time of love, joy, and giving. We exchange gifts, spend time with loved ones, and spread kindness to others." And so Sandy launched into a detailed explanation of everything I was supposed to know about Christmas. She told me all about the Advent Calendar, how it counted down the days until Christmas and each day, you got a little treat or surprise behind each door. It sounded fun, and I couldn't help but wish I had experienced it before. Then she told me about Santa Claus, the jolly old man who brought gifts to children all around the world. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. I had missed out on

"He does. Buying presents is something he does because he wants to. Also, the original Santa Claus story was difficult to make him believe since I could never find the right time to slip presents under the Christmas tree." "What story does he know?" I asked as I cracked some eggs and began to fry them. "That Santa gives us money to buy gifts for others." "For someone who's mind is always working, you're not that creative." He glared at me and I laughed. We quickly made breakfast and by the time that we were serving the table, Audrey joined Isaac on the couch. After greetings and small talk, we began to eat and I couldn't help but notice the impatient glances that Isaac gave the Christmas tre

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

I never want this moment to end. We also share some embarrassing stories of when we were little and laugh about it. One of the stories she tells me is about when she was four and had thought that Santa Claus was an alien so she had cried so hard when she saw him at the mall greeting children. Her parents had to take her to another mall where there was another Santa waiting to greet her. When she refused to be pacified, her parents had to take her home but the following year when she had grown wiser and gotten to know who Santa Claus really was, she went to the mall to greet Santa herself and got a present.

) then I decided to tell her a fantasy parable to clarify my point: °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "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.

"And they're delivered by Santa Claus, I suppose." "Of course," she replied, smiling. "Santa always delivers the presents on Christmas Eve, but they don't open them until Christmas morning. After delivering the presents, Santa reads 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' to them and then they sing songs and have hot chocolate." Caden tilted his head. "How do you know all this?" Jocelyn blushed. "I volunteered there many times before, since my parents passed." "Do they always have enough presents for all of the children?" Caden looked back toward the tree and the family walked into the restaurant.