روايات وقصص ضمن Santa Clause Movie Bernard Elf

Rose smiled to Carlo, Rolf’s hand appearing from the bathroom to take the clothes she held out "the pudding is in the fridge with the rest of the food and drinks. Santa should be at the park down the road later. Do you have your gift for him, Lee?" "I made a bauble with his name on it" Lee rushed to the tree to point it out "it has a little Santa and Korvin, see?" He ran over to the tree to pluck it down and come back to show us a man in a white cloak, with spikes coming out of his deformed head. A white blob with black feet was beside him, with smoke lines coming off him. "It's hard to draw with glitter pens, but I'm sure he'll like it" Lee beamed.

I asked others, “Are you guys okay with dressing up? I won't force you if you feel uncomfortable with it.” Harry, “I'll be perfect for the grinch role, boss.” Teresa, “I'll choose to be Santa's helper, boss.” Morgan, “I'll go for elves too, boss.” When I looked at theo, he said, “Guess I'm going to be Santa then.” He asked me, “What about you, boss.” “I'll choose to be an elf too.” Harry, “Let's give something in return after visiting our store.” Morgan, “Yeah, that's great.” She turned to me and said, “Boss, let's do that.”

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.

Even though I’m wearing a facade of adultlike indifference, I can’t help but feel a sense of childlike excitement building up inside of me as we inch closer to Santa’s chair. Finally, it’s our turn, and we step up to Santa Claus, who greets us with a hearty laugh. “Ho, ho, ho! Well, look who we have here. It’s Alpha Karl and…?” Santa’s eyes fall on me, and he gives me a quizzical look. “This is my elf,” Karl says, eliciting a punch in the arm from me. He smirks and rubs the spot where I punched him before he turns back to the man playing as Santa. “Jane the Elf.”

i whimpered, my eyes burning with tears that refused to fall. His face darkened at the edges, reminding me that he was an elf. “You may not remember me, Elly, you may not remember our past life together but I do. I have gone through hell to find you and i will not let you go, not when you want to play matryr.” he declares firmly, pressing the handle of the sheated dagger to my palm.

“Far too beautifully,and this new hair color makes you look utterly irresistible." My breath caught. I could feel the years between us like a live wire. Him old enough to be my father, me barely legal, playing elf to him as Santa in front of hundreds of people, and to think, I wanted him. It was wrong. It was insane. And God, I wanted it. The curtain rustled again,another elf calling us back. He dropped his hand, but not before his thumb traced the edge of my lower lip, just once. “Break’s over,” he said, voice gravel and velvet. “But we’re not done, little elf.”

he elbowed my sides which made me flinch and groan loudly. “ We look like Santa,” I replied in an agitated voice. “ But Santa is good, Don’t you agree Anaya?” Dante responded and Anaya nodded quickly. “ Santa is a clown,..” “ Shush, Mom, Santa will hear you and there will be no Christmas gift for you,” She responded. I groaned loudly, I loved walking with them but they always battled me, they looked like each others apprentices, and I loved it, very much no matter how much I pretended not to.

Hayley added slowly turning her gaze to Claire. "Yes, could be." Claire said still looking outside the glass window. "You know Santa Claus isn't ugly right?" Alec said catching his breath. "Yea right!" Hayley scoffs slightly elevated.

" Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF" "Oliver was an elf. He lived with his family in the North Pole. There were many elves in the Santa’s village, but Oliver was the littlest one. It was Christmas time and Oliver was excited. This year, he would discover his special job at one of Santa’s workshops. He just needed to visit each shop to see which one was the right fit.

her grandfather came knocking on her door, and she can hear the worried tone on his voice. Claire quickly got up from her bed to open the door. "What happened, Claire?" her grandfather quickly asked her. Claire quickly hugged her grandfather, while crying because of so much happiness. "I finally did it, Gramps! I'm finally making my dream come true!" she excitedly announced. ================================== Bernard Benson removed his reading glasses and closed his eyes because he was so tired. He just finished reading the entire manuscript his manager gave him. His mind travelled back in time when he was talking to his Manager Frank about this new movie project...