Santa Claus Stories Novels & Stories

Mom playfully ruffled my hair, and I dashed upstairs with boundless enthusiasm, eager to prepare for this long-awaited adventure. Within moments, I changed into clothes suitable for the occasion, excitement bubbling within me. As I hurried downstairs, I found Mom and Dad waiting for me in the car, their expressions a mix of amusement and love. I beamed with joy, knowing that they understood the significance of this moment to me. With anticipation dancing in the air, I hopped into the car, my heart fluttering with excitement. Dad started the engine, and we embarked on our journey to meet Santa Claus. The time spent with Santa Claus was everything I had hoped for and more. I shared my Christma

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

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

she yelled as the guards dragged her towards the door. “Get her out of here now!” Rina commanded, her voice uncharacteristically sharp. Santa Claus is Coming to Town? I thought as I finally turned around to face Clara. She was being hauled back into the hallway, but she didn’t stop screaming. “Remember the lyrics, Aurora, and you will find answers to what you are searching for! Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Remember the lines, Aurora! That is all I can say!” “What does that even mean?” Sasha asked as she turned towards me. “If she is trying to pass a message across to you, then you need to hear her out,” she suggested. “It might be important.”

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

The North Pole Every year on the first day of December, Santa recruits elves from all over the world. They come in different sizes, heights,shapes. He didn't care much about how they looked, typical Santa right? WRONG! I have been working here for over 10 years, and it's not what it seemed. He ran a tight sex ring, where the rich come to the North Pole under the guise of a ball, a celebration, welcoming of the festive period but..inside the "ballroom" elves working hard on different beings. The floor,wet with sweat, blood, tears, cum and squirt.

“I was a good boy, wasn’t I?” Struggling to find the right words, I nodded and cradled Carl in my arms. “Yes, of course. You were a good boy. A very good boy. The best boy.” “Then where’s Daddy?” My heart squeezed for the poor boy. He’d actually believed that Santa could bring Luigi back to us. “Well,” I said. “Santa can’t actually bring people. He can only bring things. Things that he can make in his workshop.” “Oh,” Carl said. I released him and knelt down in front of him.

She saw the presents under the tree and lost her mind with excitement. "Santa came! Santa came, Mama!" They'd had a long discussion about Santa, which Isabella had tried to handle honestly while preserving some magic. "Santa is a story people tell at Christmas. The presents are from people who love you—Mama and Auntie Grace and Miss Rosa and everyone who cares about you." But Lily had insisted Santa was real because Tommy at daycare said so, and Isabella had decided this wasn't a battle worth fighting. If believing in Santa made Lily happy, then Santa existed. Parenting was complicated.

I have enough money to afford anything. However, to my surprise, Harper says, “I don’t need any material things. What I really want. What I… what I always believe in is the fairy tale of Santa Claus since I was a little girl. I waited every year for him to deliver my gift. And everyone just laughs at me thinking I’m silly for believing that he even exists.” Wait… Maybe not everything can be afforded with money. Something feels very wrong… She takes in a deep breath and finalizes my fate, “I wish to witness Santa Claus driving his sleigh into the center of town for all to see. And to bless me with a song and dance!”

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.