Secret Santa Gift Exchange! Novels & Stories

(Zachary) THIS Christmas will remain stuck in my head for years not only because it was the first Christmas the city had celebrated, but because it was the first time that Santa Claus actually got to receive a Christmas gift. Swan was that generous. She removed the ribbon on my head and tied it around my hands. “You are my gift. That means I can have you however I want, right?” she whispered on my ear before running her tongue over my earlobe. “No matter what I say and do, you can’t complain.”

“It is just a contact, Anna. You know I barely changed it, but if that is what is bothering you, then I would look for something appropriate, or better still, you change it into something you like.” “And the perfume, the one you got for the lady who kissed you?” “It was only Secret Santa.” “One I wasn’t aware of. Why would you even gift someone a perfume worth three thousand dollars?” I snapped, feeling even angrier now that I thought of it. “A Christmas card would do. I could have even suggested a gift card or something less personal if you had told me, but you went out of your way and got her a fucking perfume that I gifted you.” “The purpose of Secret Santa was to grant what they desire.

he retorted. “Why, would you put me in the naughty corner?” I pouted. “No, but now that I am not your boss, I can give you your real present.” His voice dropped low. The entire team had exchanged their Secret Santa gifts and laughed at each other’s silly presents. I did not get one. Everyone was so busy in their own joy that my gift had been forgotten. It was typical of my colleagues, so I took no heed. “You were my gift?” I began.

beamed Santa patting him on the head. And on by one, the children came in through Santa’s door, each with a special gift to wish Santa well. There were cookies, pies, socks, mittens, books, jigsaw puzzles, and even a small Christmas tree! “Christmas delivered to my doorstep!” exclaimed Santa. “Come, let us all share these wonderful gifts.” And he gathered the children around him in a big circle.

The kids all cheered and ran to gather around the jolly old man. That’s when Holly noticed that Santa didn’t have the right red velvet bag. Instead, he had several dark red bags. Six of them. He settled himself in the large comfortable chair by the Christmas tree, ready to give out his gifts. “Where’s Jake?” Santa asked, pulling out a present from one of the bags. “Here!” Jake called, coming in from the back. Jake was one of Holly’s students and had a deep love of dogs. Unfortunately, he was also very allergic.

"So, let's see yours, Richard." Charlotte has found some excuse to turn away and is busy fussing over Cara. Nonetheless, her eyes flick to where Richard opens his gift. Santa looks out from a frame of holly leaves. His nose is as shiny as Rudolph's, and again, is a sewn-on extra. Ryan sits beside me, his hand partly concealing his face. "They look very well made." He casts eyes over the base of the tree. "How many more are there like that?" Michael looks glum, holding another parcel. "Just the one..." Mitch frowns... Then he brightens. "Oh, no. Two. Here..." He grins as he passes a package wrapped in snowman paper to Larry.

I didn't see the message until I woke up the next morning. The sender was NocturneNotes. No profile picture, and their profile page was almost completely blank. NocturneNotes: Your sister isn't lying. That thing is dangerous. My heart immediately started pounding. I replied instantly: Do you know what it is? Please tell me! A few minutes later, a reply came. NocturneNotes: The real Santa Claus doesn't bring gifts. Anything that enters your home can't be the real Santa.

“I know Santa would never turn down a gift, knowing it'd be an insult to the person giving it.” Daddy smiles, chuckling to himself. “Oh, is that right, little lady? That's what Santa would do?” I nod vigorously. “Yep! He's a man of great honor.” My butt bounces up and down on my feet, showing him that youthful exuberance he loves when he doles out presents. “Now, I know Santa has a gift for daddy's little girl.” Daddy's smile fades, “Yeah,” he mutters, rubbing his neck, “about that...”

“Yes, they are.” “It’s perfect timing,” Caterina said, looking proud and wry at the significance of her gift, “that you’re here, Killian, because you and Sera are the last ones on Santa’s list.” “Ho ho ho,” Tommaso said from where he sat by the tree. I barked a laugh and sat on the floor against the couch between Sera’s legs. She rested her hand on my shoulder. “That’s a new sight.” Tommaso handed a box to Dustin, who gave it to Sera. “Merry Christmas, sis.”

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"