Santa Naughty List Novels & Stories

He thought that people would not crowd this festival other than on weekends. "Daddy, where's Santa?" asked Ciara starting to get angry. Since then they just stood there without even moving to approach the santa who had been surrounded by many children. Seeing that it felt like Aciel had given up and was planning not to take his daughter there because obviously she wouldn't be able to get his two children closer to the fake santa. "It's over there, princess. But it looks like we can't get close.” "Why?" asked Ciara starting to pout. She was already too upset with her father who had been lying to her since yesterday in their vacation plans. Plus now her mother is also not there, making Ciara e

the boy lifted his big eyes with excitement. “Hmm, what would your parents say?” Matt became playfully serious. “Yeah, probably not,” the kid nodded. They shared a hug and it warmed my heart. Santa was nice with all the rest of the kids. Then, he finally left the special chair and came to see if I ate everything he planned. “Are you this kind with all the kids? Nice and naughty?” I questioned him, showing him my empty plate. “Of course I am,” he grinned at me. “Some naughty kids might surprise you by eating all of their food, as a nice kid would you. You never really know who is naughty.”

Christmas was magical. I always was given the girl's wish list, but I'd also start my shopping in late November for the must have items of the season. And I wasn't stingy; I'd buy them all up, just to make sure I didn't miss any. Stores, online auctions, Craigslist, I'd use any way possible to get my hands on the hottest presents. The first two years I'd caught hell from Denise for buying everything on the list, leaving nothing for them to get. Now I received a separate list of things I wasn't allowed to buy.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

“They get a tongue-lashing. And fucked. Hard.” A smile broke out on her face. “In that case, maybe I need to list all my bad acts.” I chuckled. “Santa sees all, knows all.” I lifted her leg to my shoulder. “I checked the list, Katy. I checked it twice. Your name appeared on every page.” Her arms fell open, her body undulating on the soft sheets. “Good.”

Siel felt the stab once again but still managed a joking tone, "Oh, it's Miss Camden now? What happened with the 'treat me as a friend'?" "Oh, so you like that I call you by your name?" he said with a wink and a smirk. "Maybe…" she said with a shy smile. "But really, I have a lot to thank you for… I'm sorry that I can't just say yes to dating you again… I still have to deal with my karma…" "I understand. All I want is for you and my kids to have a merry Christmas." She felt slightly startled hearing him say "my kids" again. He noticed so his naughty smirk returned. "My angels, remember? I picked them to be 'my kids' this Christmas."

It hadn’t taken long for Serendipity to get over her shock at Maevis’s departing words. She was certain that, even if Maevis had read the letter correctly, the information had to be incorrect, or else someone was playing a prank on her. She was quite certain that St. Nicholas was not trying to recruit her services. If there was such a person as Santa Claus in the first place, and she had stopped believing in him the year her father had passed away, there was little doubt in her mind that murderers could be on the Nice List, and why would St. Nicholas look to recruit a doll maker who wasn’t even on his list of those who deserved a gift?

“That’s too bad.” “Yes, and then, well, look at Christmas. We still have the parade on Christmas Eve, so that’s good. But there used to be so much more. The holiday decorations haven’t been replaced for years. If they fall apart, they just stop putting them up, so there’s hardly any in public places. Sure, the stores and homes look nice, but that’s because they’re private. We used to have so many more events, too. When I was younger, the mayor hosted a gingerbread house building contest. That was so fun! We had reindeer on the square on Saturdays for the kids to come and pet. They did away with that a few years ago. Santa used to visit City Hall. Oh, and the tree!” She pointed at the pine tr

"But... I’m ready. I want you." "I know you do," Nathan said, his voice projecting to every corner of the room. "And I want you to have everything you’ve been dreaming of. I told you I had a surprise for you. A gift." He looked at the four giants surrounding them. "I’ve told them everything about you, Sandy. Every secret you’ve told me. Every little sound you make. I told them how you’ve been saving yourself." Sandy’s breath hitched. "You... you did?"

Back in the hospice ward, Noelle opened her eyes weakly. She looked around and said, "Daddy, Mommy promised me she'd dress up as Santarina and bring me presents… Isn't that right?" I held her hand tightly, forcing back my grief. "Yes. Mommy will come as Santarina." I lowered my head helplessly and checked my phone again, but there was still no response from Ivana. Then, I opened Instagram and saw Charles' newest post. He wrote, "Bubbles is missing. I feel like I can't breathe… Bubbles, where are you?"