Santa Naughty List Novels & Stories

The man yelped, tripping and dropping the bag, while Sebastian and Nyra charged. Sebastian grabbed him by the collar. “Explain yourself!” The man stammered, “I… I… thought… Christmas heist…” Nyra’s eyebrow arched. “You thought?” Noelle, meanwhile, began rearranging the ornaments from the bag. “You can’t steal from Snowtopia,” she scolded. “Santa’s watching!” Sebastian blinked. “…Santa is not watching.” “No!” Noelle said firmly. “I’m watching. And I say… freeze!”

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”

“And how would like me to do that, my sweet?” “I don’t know…” I floundered, wondering exactly what would convince me. Then I hit upon something. “If you’re really Santa then you know every naughty girl or boy in the world and what they’ve done…tell me something I’ve done to land on the naughty list.” He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall, surprising me when I saw that he went commando underneath all that crushed red velvet.

This felt like heaven and why in the hell was I trying to ruin something so sensational? “And why would you say that, Sabrina?” She smacked her tongue and looked at me. I opened my eyes to meet her crazy stare and I felt chills. “Maybe because you are my sister. This is some type of forbidden romance.” What the fuck was I saying? “Oh really, was that what the books called it? I wonder what you will call it after I make you cum with your boobs.”

The mansion however, loomed behind us as I pulled out of the driveway. Ella leaned forward excitedly, “Mom! Since we're leaving, can I tell you about my Santa Claus list now?” “Not now, Ella!” Jerry groaned loudly. “Of course yes! I have been organizing it.” She insisted, pulling out her tablet. She cleared her throat dramatically, “First, I want the newest iphone. Then a white gaming laptop. Oh, and those wireless headphones that cost a lot.” “You're just so impossible.” Jerry rolled his eyes. “I'm not done.” She continued cheerfully. “I also want a vanity mirror, luxurious perfumes, designer bags, and maybe a puppy.”

As she unwrapped the layers of red wrapping paper, a delicate and alluring ensemble emerged before her eyes. There, nestled within the box, was a red lacy bra, a matching red thong, and a net kimono. Vivian couldn't deny their beauty and craftsmanship, yet she felt conflicted about their significance. The intimate nature of the gift made her reflect on her past experiences with Ted and the complicated feelings that still lingered.

“It’s not a wanted poster. And it’s been over ten years! You two only recognized me because you see me all the time. No one else will notice.” The line moves again, and when it’s our turn, Aisha and I go up to Santa together. “Oh, ho, ho! What lovely children! Are you siblings?” The man in the red suit picks us up and sits us on his lap. “No, our siblings are dating.” Aisha points at them, and James waves while trying to hide Brianna from view. “So, have you been good children?” “Yes,” says Aisha. “The best,” I add. Except for when I prank Dad or hide to scare Mom, but I won’t tell Santa that. I want to eat cookies with him, but if he doesn’t bring gifts, he won’t come through the chimney.

“ Santha, i don'th wnow if you can buth i wouwd wiwe you tho mawe carther shthay withh ush forever. He mawesh ush aww shmiwe and ith wouwd be aweshome tho theww widsh x-man ish our friend. Pwush, we aww wiwe boysh.. even tia wiwesh thhem... sho we couwd aww wiwe carther thogethher. Excepth ivy. Pweashe mawe him wiwe carther thoo. (Santa, I don't know if you can but I would like you to make Carter stay with us forever. He makes us all smile and it would be awesome to tell kids X-man is our friend. Plus, we all like boys.. even Tia likes them... so we could all like Carter together. Except Ivy. Please make him like Carter too.) Santa looked down at Ollie with wide eyes then looked up at us and

Eleven people total, more manageable than Thanksgiving but still significant. Charlotte was vibrating with excitement. “Santa comes TONIGHT! After we sleep! Presents TOMORROW!” “Yes, but first you have to actually sleep. Santa doesn’t come until children are sleeping.” “I’ll sleep SO FAST! The fastest sleeping EVER!” James was equally excited but less articulate. “Santa! Santa coming! PRESENTS!” Dinner was lovely Catherine’s traditional Christmas Eve menu, everyone together, children behaving reasonably well given excitement levels. After dinner, Charlotte insisted on reading “The Night Before Christmas” to the whole group.

When I walked out into the living room a few minutes later with three cups of hot chocolate and marshmallows, I smiled when I saw Lucien and Olivia speaking to Russell animatedly about some classmate that they were sure would end up on the naughty list. I frowned, leaning down to place the tray on the coffee table in front of them, before picking up a white coffee mug and handing it to Russell, who took it and mouthed a small 'thank you.' “How did you two know about Santa's naughty list?” I asked, plopping down on the sofa opposite theirs. They turned to look at me, as though just realizing I'd walked into the room, before turning back to give each other a knowing look. “Luke told us all abo