Santa Claus Stories Novels & Stories

Jenna and Oliver dozed off together, her head on his chest, his hand absentmindedly stroking her arm. The room felt like safety. Home. At some point, I must’ve fallen asleep, tucked against Blaise’s heartbeat, Storm tucked against mine — because the next thing I heard was Beth whispering loudly: “Just come in — they’re all out.” Blaise shifted, blinking awake. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. And then— Santa stepped into our den. Full suit. Boots. The big red bag slung over his shoulder. Behind him, in a green velvet dress and holly in her hair, stood Mrs. Claus.

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

-Yes, yes, Mom, it's just that I saw Esau. -But how can I congratulate you, daughter, and what happened? I told my mom everything, how it went, and I told her that Esau was going to visit me in the afternoon. -Yes, of course, daughter, it's not a problem for me, but only for an hour, okay? -Mommy, two, two hours please. -All right, just two hours, no more, no less, that's fine. -Yes, yes. ... When Luisa arrived, we went to my room and there I told her everything about Esau, she laughed and said, "Ha, ha, if you had told me I wouldn't have believed it, but hey, that's nice:

Katia moved to sit on the step and continued to giggle, “Oh yeah? What about Santa Claus? Where did he move?” With a look of horror he answered, “Well, you see, my dear niece, Santa is a lesser god, but a god all the same. So, he packed up Mrs. Claus, the reindeer, and all of them damn elves, moved the whole shebang to the god realm. Now we have elves and reindeer running around everywhere creating chaos.” “See what I mean, Uncle, even that little joke taught me something. You just taught me that Santa was a god. Uranus does the same thing when he is here. Why? It is not like I will ever see anyone again or interact with anyone again.” She explained.

"I want to spend Christmas with my dad this year, I don't want to do anything special, I just want to spend Christmas like a normal family." "Your dad is always with you, sweetheart," I told her, before I remembered the reason why Arthur disliked Christmas. "Well, I pray your wish would be granted." But Hayley nodded, her excitement palpable as she continued to narrate what she had heard from her Christmas stories. "I heard somewhere that if I write my wishes on a note and send it as a letter to Santa Claus, he will make my wishes come true. I hear he is in the North Pole, I just don't know what part it is. So I need to know where he lives so I can write the address."

“Would you like to know a Christmas secret? Would you be able to keep it?” Liam gave an enthusiastic nod as he leaned closer to Nicholas. “I can keep a secret! I promise!” “I’m actually Santa’s son. I came here from the North Pole last night. There was an emergency with one of Santa’s sleighs. It looks like it’ll be too foggy on Christmas Eve for Santa to be able to fly his sleigh through the night...” Nicholas brought a hand to his chin, as he ran his fingers through his faux beard. “Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?”

Ecto’s wearing a knit sweater with a dorky Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer design. “I know all about the myth of Santa Claus,” Ecto says. “And I know full well that you’re the one who’s going to put something in that virtual stocking anyway. Your parents, as well-intentioned as they were, told you a lie when you were a child.” “Because,” Kate says simply. “Parents play ninja to keep the magic alive. I can make you feel that magic too. At least for a while. For sure, it’s gonna be a one-off deal.”

Little surprise there. I picked a few things, then picked some few things, then picked some more, trying to remember all it was that Summer had asked me to get. By the time I was done picking, I had filled my trolley with excessive junk. Some of the customers gave me side look. I could hear a little girl even whisper to her parent “is he Santa Claus? So this is where Santa gets his stuff in preparation for Christmas,” I wondered what that meant.

but not here. Richard listens to all this, his face intent, but he chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "Yes, and last Christmas was no picnic either, was it? You three hunted by Klempner´s men and, well, getting my offices attacked and set on fire wasn´t exactly my first choice from Santa." He gives her a long look. "I imagine that Christmas when you were a child, in the Blessingmoors Home, was nothing to celebrate either?"

Chapter 275 Cleo There are little indicators that remind you that it's that time of the year again and when is that time of year again you know that it's time to buy gifts get gifts for people play Father Christmas tell the kids that there is a secret of watching them so that they may behave and be good for Father Christmas I admire I pulled a of I won't tell my age because it's rude to ask a lady their age but I still believe in Santa and I still believe in the magic of Christmas and when; Maria's birthday comes around. After her birthday it is down hill to Christmas .