Santa Grinch Novels & Stories

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

I place the small gift box in her hand then place my hands down at my hips. Miss O'Neal doesn't necessarily celebrate Christmas. In her mind, it's just another day her delivery boy cant come in here and deliver her groceries. Her family has been gone for a long time and it doesn't take a genius to understand that being the reason for the grinch mode. But with this gift, I hope that changes her perspective, because it certainly changed mine.

) then I decided to tell her a fantasy parable to clarify my point: °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "Long ago, at the North pole dwelt the children's Favorite person, Santa Claus. Every Christmas he'd Sneak in the kid's room and leave there a gift according To how nice they'd been all year long.

Where she gets her energy from I'll never know but I'm loving every moment of watching her. The next few hours consist of showers, matching Christmas pyjamas, takeout, sweets, popcorn and a movie called The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I'd never heard of it before but I loved every minute of it and so did Nina. "It's almost 9 pm and way past someone's bedtime." Nina gives me a pouty look before I've even finished talking but it's not going to wash with me. "Can I stay up a ikkle more momma, peas!" She holds her hands together like she's praying and while the scene she's putting on is adorable and has most likely already swayed Josh and Riley to agree, it's not worked on me.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

For the past six years, Mom has stayed with me over Christmas, but she put her foot down this year. I got dressed and threw my hair up in my towel. I situated my food before heading to the couch to watch a movie and write. I sipped my wine as I watched my show; I love watching Bones! The characters are incredible, and the story is heartwarming. I’m glad I have a strong stomach, or else I wouldn’t be able to eat and watch the show. My phone rang, so I picked it up, “Hello?” I answered, “Hey, Snowflake!” I rolled my eyes at my mother’s nickname for me during December,

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

Sandy pounded her chest, taking deep breaths. I was moved too, and felt a lump in my throat as I teared up. "How could such despicable people exist? Why hasn't she died yet?" Sandy vented her resentment. "She's as venomous as a snake! "Since then, he comes back every Christmas to tend to his parents' graves all alone. I accompany him every time. "Everything’s all better now that you're back. Look at him now, he's smiling. He's so handsome when he smiles, isn't he? I dare say he's the most handsome man in the world." Sandy exaggerated, raising her hands.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

“Because it’s Christmas. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I always have a tree up at my place even though there are very few presents under it. It’s the spirit of the season.” “Well, you know I don’t have much spirit.” “What about Giovanni and the rest of the staff? They’d probably like a tree.” “I don’t care what Giovanni and the rest of the staff want. This is my house.” She rolled her eyes. “Grinch.” “What did you just call me?” “Grinch,” she said louder. “You know, that big green thing that lives in a cave alone and hates Christmas.” “Just because I don’t put up a tree doesn’t make me a big green hamster.”