Santa Claus Stories Novels & Stories

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

It felt like he had been starving for six months, and dinner had just walked through the front door. "I didn't think you would come," he said. He wasn't talking to Chloe. Chloe pulled back, oblivious. "I told you I would convince her, Maya hates Christmas, but I told her this year would be different." Silas slowly disentangled himself from his daughter. He walked toward me. Every step was planned. The heavy boots he wore made no sound on the tiles. He moved like a wolf stalking a wounded rabbit. I fought the urge to step back. I wouldn't let him see me tremble. I was an adult.

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Dear Santi Klaus This is Hope. I hope you are doing well. I am writing this letter to tell you what I want for this Christmas. Momma told me that I should always ask how someone is doing otherwise it was rude. I heard you give gifts to good children. I am a good girl too. I ate all the oranges momma gave me and even drank the whole glass of milk. (But I hate milk) I also have a lot of talents. Grandma says that I am a good drawer when I show her my drawings. I can also dance. Aunty Nina taught me some moves and we both dance whenever she comes to play with me.

Or if it would work at all. --- The holidays were approaching. Evie's second Christmas. She was excited. Trees. Lights. Presents. "Santa Claus!" Oblivious to the tension. The distance. The impending separation. I wanted to keep it that way. As long as possible. "Mama, when does Santa come?" "Christmas Eve. In a few weeks." "That's a long time." "I know, baby girl. But it will come." "I'm going to ask Santa for a puppy!" "A puppy is a big responsibility."

He looked at me with confusion, “Excuse me?” His ‘excuse me,’ gave me a reality check of how I sounded, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information,” He looked at me like a weirdo. I shook my hands and head when I saw the look in his eyes, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.” Now he must think that I'm strange.

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