Santa Naughty List Novels & Stories

“Each of you will have an age group. I’ll tell you the pup’s name, you grab the gift, and hand it to me. The gifts will also be sorted in Alphabetical order.” “Oh. Well I can take the pictures.” “Thank you Molly.” “Pete, and I will keep everything in order “ Dad offered. “Chassy girl, I have a special job for you.” Joe said to me, and smiled. “What’s that?” I asked nervously. “The infants, and toddlers some times get scared of Santa. I need you to calm them enough to get their present, and picture.” “Oh ok. I can do that.” “Thank you.” “Joe, what do you do for the pups that are over 13?” Molly asked.

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 .

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

The room was spotless, as if no one had ever lived there. Only the desk in front of him held a single box. Hugo opened it. Inside were all the gifts he had ever given Katherine. On top of the box, there was a single sticky note. "Three's a crowd. I'm stepping out. I give my best regards to Mr. Laurent and Ms. Mendes—may you have a long and happy marriage, and many children."

He waved at Memory and Dak, who waved back. Kirsten sighed. “I guess we should go say hi.” Looking down at her daughter she added, “I don’t think Santa delivers puppies, honey.” As Lorelei attempted to reason that she’d seen it on a movie, Kirsten said, “Anyway, it was pretty cool you did that, Dak. And I can’t blame them for giving you two the trophy under the circumstances. If I have a hundred thousand dollars to donate, maybe I’ll win next year.” She bumped Memory in the arm with the back of her fist for emphasis and then took Lorelei’s hand. “Come on, let’s go see Daddy.” “See you, Lor,” Memory said, her eyes still bulging out of her head as she processed the number her sister had spewed

“You’re joking. That can’t be real.” “Well, I’m making up the terminology, but it does exist,” Jane replied. “According to the territory bylaws, during the holiday season, charity organizers may anonymize their efforts specifically when it comes to holiday gift drives. They may instead do it under the pseudonym of ‘Santa Claus’. It’s meant to protect children from finding out that Santa isn’t real.” Alexander and I stared at each other. I had never heard of this before; neither, it seemed, had he. But if it was possible to host a charity event anonymously, then we would accept it. Even if it felt a little silly.

He continues reading, then pauses, raising his eyebrows. “You’re on Santa’s naughty list,” he says. A lump forms in my throat. He looks at me over the edge of the list, the twinkle in his eye sharpening. “You’ve been a very bad girl this year.” I don’t speak. I can’t. He’s right. I was. I never bothered trying to be good, since I didn’t expect Santa to come for me this year—or ever. Clearly, he never has. “Naughty children don’t get gifts from Santa,” he adds, rolling up the impossibly long list and sliding it back into his pocket.

Scarlet Two months later "Santa Claus is on the roof. He mentioned you were a very naughty girl this year. You're getting switches and paddles." "That's great." I vaguely heard Emily's words. When they finally sank in, I gave her a nasty glare, fighting to keep from shooting my middle finger in her direction. There were far too many customers in the store. "Christmas is two months away, thank you very much. Still time to slide onto that good girl list." I clicked off the television, shuddering as usual at seeing the news. The reports were infrequent now that the initial bloodshed had been reduced to a minimum. I almost laughed at my own thought. I had no sensitivity to the stories, the gory

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."

To be honest, it was barely worth me remembering their names. Some of them would try. Some of them would even try pretty hard, especially at this time of year, but it didn’t matter. The thing was that I didn’t want an uncle anything. I wanted a daddy. A real daddy who’d come sledding in the snow at wintertime and put on a stupid Santa outfit and watch Christmas TV with me. That’s what was on my Christmas list every single year — the one I never showed Mum. My secret Christmas list. Santa, please bring me a daddy. I’ve been a good girl this year, I promise.