Santa Claus Stories Novels & Stories

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

She stares at each and everyone here that has been a part of her life while growing up. She might have felt like she has been forgotten by the fairy world for a while back then, but spending her time in the human world is something she would never trade even if she is a Princess in her own fairy realm. After dinner, everyone settle at the sofa and exchange gifts. They sip warm chocolate once more as each one shares their story about Christmas. Caspian and Bran enjoy listening to these stories of the holiday most especially about Santa and his elves. Later in the evening, the parents of Jo excuse themselves to leave but as usual, Jo stays behind.

Not that the words are hitting home for me this Christmas, the song has lost a bit of it's appeal. Santa Clause is Coming to Town and I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause later and I have my gifts wrapped and near the tree, since there are way too many to fit under there, I stand up and stretch. Wyatt has two more gifts to wrap, so I ask, “Want me to finish those and you can bring in your gifts?”

Even though she told me that she hates Black Friday shopping, this is a completely different experience. I grab her hand as we walk into the building which is sectioned off into three separate but blended areas. There is a coffee/cafe area where you can order espressos and baked goods, even sandwiches but their specialty is different flavored fudges There is a reading area where Santa Claus himself sits and reads books to children and adults. Unlike the shopping mall Santa claus’, this Santa is present during all open hours. The rest of the building is set up like a holiday themed store selling anything from Christmas ornaments and decor to toys and books for gift giving. Outside, holds a

I said nonchalantly and Nanny Agatha frowns, “Isn’t he too old to marry a young beautiful girl?” “No Nanny! Santa Clause is not old! He is young. He never gets old. He has told me.” After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?”

" Look, I know about it because I felt it ." " What ?" " Chill. I made a guess which turned out to be true." Isla said and winked. " Christmas is coming." She said and I smiled. " Already got my stockings ready for Santa Claus." Isla said and I was forced to laugh. " Jeez , you believe in that crazy myth, Isla you're too old for that." " Come on , Santa isn't a myth." " I get it , you're trying to pull my legs." I said as we laughed.

That place was unbelievable, the lampposts were shaped like candy canes, the architecture was almost childish with the amount of decorations and the street names. ]Snowflake Street, Santa Claus Avenue... Oh my God, where have I come to? " You have a giant Santa Claus in the town square " I groaned, hiding my face with my hands. " Is that the problem? Are you afraid of Santa Claus? " Gustaf teased me. " 'I'm not afraid of Santa Claus. " It's not what it seems, and that explains your reaction. I rolled my eyes, already annoyed at being trapped in that madness. " 'I'm not afraid of Santa Claus,' I pointed out.

Nox asked, "why are you worried about Santa?" She pointed out the large windows. "Because the man on TV said the snow is coming. He said lots and lots. He said no driving. What about Santa?" "Child," Jane said, "I told you, Santa flies a sleigh. Snow's a Christmas miracle." I leaned closer. "Jane's right." I glanced at her smiling brown eyes, winked, and looked back to my daughter. "She always is. Santa's sleigh flies better in snow."

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”

I'd rather not inform her yet of my residence amongst a family tied to the Mafia or what terrible doom may await me if I choose to leave the manor after I turned 19. My bleak self-assessment disrupts as soon as the Christmas melodies halt on the stereo overhead. The children and I exchange glances of confusion. Instead, we hear the distinct sounds of jingles somewhere. Suddenly, the manor's main entrance doors open apart. In trot, a dozen reindeers tugging a sled. Someone clad as Santa, perches upon the sled, leaning back against a massive velvety sack overflowing with gifts. A few people in elves' costumes trail in after, closing the doors behind them to keep the outdoor warmth from enterin