Santa Puppeteer 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.

"Arike,are you heading out too?" "No,I won't be going anywhere today." I replied. "Okay..then you can help me with some work in the store." We started back into the house. "Okay,no problem ma." "I need to bring out the Christmas tree and some other decorations," Aunty Sade said. I breathed in and out heavily. "Christmas is here." "And the children wants to see Santa." "Who is going to be our Santa this year?" I asked. "Daniel is offers to help. He doesn't want us to hire someone to do it."

she grumbled, pulling her hoodie up. She looked toward the big velvet chair at the end of the line. This Santa was tall, with broad shoulders that filled out the red suit perfectly, and his beard looked surprisingly real. The line was a nightmare of screaming toddlers and bells, but Jenna couldn't stop staring. This wasn't the usual mall Santa with a pillow stuffed in his suit and a beard held on by a visible elastic string. This guy was broad-shouldered, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes so blue they looked like ice. He caught her looking more than once, his gaze lingering on her baggy jeans and the way her lips parted as she watched him.

"Tell me about yourself." Holly frowned stubbornly, but did as she was told. "Now," Santa began, reaching in a sack on his other side. "Your name's Holly?" The blonde nodded. "Such a pretty plant." he pulled out a sprig and offered it to her. "It's sharp." she pointed out. "True," Santa agreed. "What else?" Holly stared at him in confusion. "It's you." he tapped her nose softly while smiling, something about it feeling familiar. "I don't get it." Holly admitted.

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The letter was well written with graceful handwriting. None of her friends wrote that way at their age. She opened the letter and whispered the words to herself as she read it out loud Dear Year, No human shall spend their christmas eve crying alone on a park bench. When you feel lonely play this violin, for the sound will fill your heart with hope. And you, my dear Nebu, are the last person who should spend christmas alone. From: Secret santa. She figures it wouldn't be anyone she knew, because why would they give her a violin.

said Santa as he knew every child by name. Then entered a young boy with a red package in his arms. “We knew that you were ill, Papa Santa,” he said. “So my family knitted this quilt for you to keep you warm in the winter days.” “What a wonderful thought Paul,” beamed Santa patting him on the head.

Santa stood on our balcony, a sack slung over his shoulder. “Ho, ho—” he chuckled, then cleared his throat awkwardly. “Good evening.” “Who's that?” Mama's voice came from behind me. She appeared at my side—Oluchi right behind her. “Look!” Oluchi clapped. “It's Santa.” “Oh! Santa?” Mama exclaimed, surprised laughter spilling out of her. The man smiled politely, reaching into his sack. “These are for you,” he said, handing each of them a big box. Mama accepted the gift, still amused, still surprised. “Ah, thank you. This is unexpected.”

He grabs her throat, not hard, just enough to own her, and spits straight into her open mouth. She swallows, moaning. “Dirty little elf,” he growls. “Missed my cock already?” “Yes, Daddy Santa,” she whispers. He spins her fast, bends her over the plastic sleigh, and flips her tiny skirt up. No panties, of course. Her pussy is already shiny and swollen. “Look at this wet little cunt,” he says, slapping it once, twice. “Begging for Santa’s dick in front of all these kids.” “Please,” she whimpers, pushing back. “Fuck me, Jake. I need it so bad.”

“You’re always giving at Christmas. It’s time someone gave back.” She moved in closer, and Matt didn’t try to back away as he stared at her in awe. “My bastard elf hasn’t touched me in weeks. Will you touch me, Santa?”