Santa Clause Movie Bernard Elf Novels & Stories

"And I don't understand why the mother of my son and daughter should be with you at the mall, while her kids are home alone." "They're not alone," Vince corrected pointedly but calmly. "As you can see, they have a very concerned and committed Nanny. Besides, I asked Elena a favor to help me. I picked her kids from the Christmas tree angels at the office, and since she is the mother of the said children, I found it right that she helps choose their gifts." "For whatever reason, she shouldn't be out when she has kids waiting for her at home." "And yet you can do that, while she cannot? Why so?"

“Don’t touch her!” Bernard turned away from Isa and began to walk towards him. He stood there for a moment considering the man when a thought popped into his head. He turned back towards Isa, causing Mateo’s eyes to go wide. Bernard nodded at his man who stepped over to the cot against one of the walls and grabbed a long bullwhip. “No! Please!” He begged, watching as he handed it to Bernard. “It seems Daddy over there won’t cooperate unless he’s forced to.” He said, grinning at the young woman. “Isa, how old are you?”

“You’re always giving at Christmas. It’s time someone gave back.” She moved in closer, and Matt didn’t try to back away as he stared at her in awe. “My bastard elf hasn’t touched me in weeks. Will you touch me, Santa?”

HAZEL - Thank you for shopping at Waldorfs, return soon and have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!" Chirps the cashier, clad in a Santa Elf costume. Katie, Arielle, and I exit the upscale retail shop, carrying fancy plastic bags thickened with purchased merchandise. Huxley and a dozen undercover Molotov Mafia members trailing closely behind us.

It lasted only a second before he turned away. “Elena! You like bunna?” Milka asked. “He’s cute, huh?” I offered her a smile. “So coot,” she sighed happily. “Dadda, my have a bunna?” Conor looked at Chloe, who grinned and sat back as if to say, “She asked you, not me.” “I’m not sure, baby. Let’s see when we get home, okay?” “My ask Santa for a bunna.” “Santa doesn’t bring bunnies,” Aiden said, leaning back on his hands. “They’d get cold in the yard. He gives moms and dads tickets to buy bunnies in the summer.”

That night, we all sat in the living room watching a classic Christmas movie. Onscreen, in The Polar Express, Santa slid down a chimney with his giant sack of gifts, smiling at the children. I watched the screen, but all I could picture was the twisted figure Sophie described. Spider fingers, too many joints, a tilted head, standing perfectly still. Suddenly, it hit me. A gaping hole in Sophie's story.

The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.

Then, turning to Corey he said, “Mr. Cane, if you would give us a few moments, I shall summon you when Serendipity and I are done chatting.” “Yes, of course,” Corey said, bowing his head in agreement. Though Santa Claus still held her hand in his, Serendipity let go for just a second, turning back to Corey, throwing her arms around him, and saying, “Thank you.” He said nothing, only winked at her, and then, in an instant, he was gone, leaving Serendipity standing back in astonishment. Before she could put words to her surprise, Santa was saying, “Shall we?” and offering her his hand, which she gladly took, and he led her through the golden door from which he had appeared moments ago.

I questioned, almost tearing up. “If you have any unfinished business with them, I guess you should sort it out.” Mr. Lucian put out his hand. Taking his hand, I faked a smile. “Thank you,” I replied, shutting my eyes closed, as I watched him leave. “We are traveling next week, Ms. Etta.” Clara chipped in. “What for?” I asked. “You need to feature in the America movie coming up this Christmas,” Clara explained. “Clara, can you leave me and Elsie for a few minutes?” I signaled her to leave with my hand.