Santa Puppeteer Novels & Stories

A temple servant burst into the room. "How dare you interrupt the ritual." "Outside... that monster is going berserk." "What?" The Pope focused his energy, trying to sense Killian’s presence. "Ah, I see. He finally shows up after all these days." A small crack in the ceiling allowed a single beam of morning sunlight to slip in, falling directly over her pale, resigned face. Elenor stared at the light with hollow eyes. Her soul had reached a point of absolute numbness. "Wait here, Saintess. I shall bring you that man's head as a sleeping companion tonight."

"I can’t grant you that, dear." "But I thought Santa could grant anything," I say, frowning. "Except this," he states firmly. "Why not?" He gestures with his hands, frustration written all over his face. "Because I’m Santa, not a magician. Besides, how exactly am I supposed to give you… a good fuck?" I shrug. "I don’t know… maybe you could make a man appear in my room. Someone hot, exactly my type, who’d just… fuck me senseless. You’re Santa—you can do that, right?"

“I was a good boy, wasn’t I?” Struggling to find the right words, I nodded and cradled Carl in my arms. “Yes, of course. You were a good boy. A very good boy. The best boy.” “Then where’s Daddy?” My heart squeezed for the poor boy. He’d actually believed that Santa could bring Luigi back to us. “Well,” I said. “Santa can’t actually bring people. He can only bring things. Things that he can make in his workshop.” “Oh,” Carl said. I released him and knelt down in front of him.

All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes. Santa looked an awful lot like Sheriff Parks, even with his fake beard and stuffed tummy. The kids didn’t seem to notice. He waved and tossed candy from atop his sleigh, his plastic reindeer fastened up the roof of the pick-up truck towing his magical sled atop a flatbed trailer. It was decorated with fake snow and Christmas trees so that it looked as if Santa was flying over the top of a forest of lighted trees. “Well, that’s that,” Memory said, turning toward him, her hands deep in her pockets. “Until next year.”

“She stopped believing in Santa when she was six. Told me she knew Santa wasn’t real because she caught me wrapping presents one night.” Jordan chuckled under his breath. “I tried to convince her it was a misunderstanding,” Laila continued, shaking her head. “But once she makes up her mind, that’s it. There’s no changing it. But when people talk to her about Santa, she plays along.” Jordan nodded knowingly. “Sounds familiar.” He glanced down at Malaya again. “She’s a lot like me.” “She really is,” Laila agreed. “She’s funny and smart and stubborn in the best way. She got the best parts of you.”

"I'm a man! I don't know which is worse, being a sperm or being a man!" "Sigh," the voice interrupted her and urged her to move. "We don't have much time, as I said, you are in Santa's body right now. And your mission is to give gifts to the people that Santa forgotten to send on Christmas Eve. Technically, Christmas is over but Santa felt bad for the people he has forgotten, hence, he asked for this!" Kiera frowned looking in the mirror, "Do Santa drinks a lot? He sure has a big tummy..."

“i guess I am. The kids are probably already lining up in town square to see him.” "where are we going?" ****** they walk over to the cash register, and he handed her a card. “I think it’s sweet you still dress up as Santa’s elf. Your father is looking down on you and smiling right now.” "why." "it's the only way you can see him." "who?" "Satan. Mrs moorman, Satan." “I hope so.” she replied instead. “youll love working with him, he's going to be playing santa. Seeing how happy it made all the kids made it that much better.”

Katia moved to sit on the step and continued to giggle, “Oh yeah? What about Santa Claus? Where did he move?” With a look of horror he answered, “Well, you see, my dear niece, Santa is a lesser god, but a god all the same. So, he packed up Mrs. Claus, the reindeer, and all of them damn elves, moved the whole shebang to the god realm. Now we have elves and reindeer running around everywhere creating chaos.” “See what I mean, Uncle, even that little joke taught me something. You just taught me that Santa was a god. Uranus does the same thing when he is here. Why? It is not like I will ever see anyone again or interact with anyone again.” She explained.

She had curled her hair and brushed it out giving a soft curly look. The service was about to start in ten minutes. Ava was in the parish hall helping other volunteers to put on the finishing touches to Santa’s setup. A man named Phillip Carter was supposed to play Santa. From what Ava had learned, he did it every year. The little ones weren’t the wiser. Ava turned around after putting a large present next to Santa’s huge golden chair that looked more like a throne. She had nearly gasped when she saw Hawk Calhoun standing a foot behind her.

gig paid stupidly well for smiling and posing with kids on Santa’s lap. The line was already snaking around the winter wonderland setup when I clocked in at noon. Fake snow drifted from hidden blowers, and the giant gilded throne at the center looked like something out of a naughty Christmas card. I adjusted my hat, tugged the hem of my dress down,it barely covered my ass,and plastered on my brightest smile. That’s when I saw him. Santa.