Scooby-doo Santa Claus Novels & Stories

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.

When the warm air from the heater hit her, she smiled, a cozy feeling overcoming her. Brady pulled away from the curb and headed toward the diner. They admired the Christmas lights as they went, pointing out the prettiest houses to one another. When Brady saw a huge inflatable dog, they both oohed. It was black and white, much like Pooch. “Do you think that could be Pooch’s house?” Brady asked with a chuckle that indicated he was joking.

little-angel POV As I woke up and peeked outside, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the snow-covered scenery. Winter had arrived in all its glory. Sandy, my energetic little one, burst out of the house dressed warmly, accompanied by her playful pup, Coco. "Wow, look at all this snow! It's like a winter wonderland! Christmas is just around the corner!" Sandy exclaimed with excitement in her voice. Confused about her reference to Christmas, I shrugged it off and joined Sandy and Coco outside. Just as I stepped out, I noticed Christopher, rushing out of the gardener's hut and grabbing a shovel.

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

“ 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

When Jaxsen woke the next morning he found himself nestled still in Sebastian’s arms. He felt safe and warm and loved. He smiled at the feeling. “Daddy, wake up.” Jaxsen gently shook Sebastian awake. When he opened his eyes Sebastian smiled at the blue eyes smiling back at him. “Morning, Daddy. It’s Christmas. Let’s go see what Santa brought,” Jaxsen exclaimed excitedly. While he had admitted his knowledge about Old Saint Nick, Jaxsen had decided, just before succumbing to sleep, that he’d hold on to the magic Santa had to offer.

Scott said. I gaped at him with wide eyes. "What? You must be kidding me!...Christmas is perfect" I smiled but Scott shook his head in amusement. "I always knew you were prudish and all but I didn't expect you to be the type of girl to love Christmas so much at your age" Scott was saying. He was also grinning at me. "Tell me Storm, does Santa still bring you presents?" He asked and I roll my eyes and stomp to the cooker like a child.

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!”

He turned back to Ronnie and asked, "Sure, where should I put it?" "Somewhere you can see it, wherever you'd like, then come back and get another one to put on the tree. Here, Mitch can you put this one on, please?" Ronnie handed him a small Santa with colored lights wrapped all around him. Then came the round glass ornaments; they were gorgeous in beautiful colors and all kinds of glitter and glam. Ronnie set that box aside and found another glass with snowflakes and icicles she also sat to the side. The next box contained at least fifty Disney characters of all shapes and sizes. "Wyatt, look at this." Ronnie held up the box for 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.