Secret Santa Gift Exchange! Novels & Stories

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!"

“He's good at everything.” “You're so gone for him.” “Completely.” Emma approached Christian-Santa last, whispering something in his ear that made his eyes glisten with emotion. He hugged her gently before giving her the gift. I definitely wasn't crying again. After the children's Santa visit, adults gathered for Secret Santa. Each gift was opened with genuine appreciation and ceremony. Elise received her knife from Christian and actually cried, publicly thanking her Alpha. I opened Elder Thomas's gift—a handmade leather journal with my Luna symbol embossed on the cover.

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

"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..."

The guy behind me smells like he slept in his car. Overhead, the speakers are still blasting "All I Want for Christmas Is You" for the millionth time. The employees look like they’ve survived a hostage situation. Red vests wrinkled, name tags crooked, eyes completely dead. A kid two spots ahead is having a full meltdown. He’s on the floor, kicking and screaming about a candy bar. His mother just stares at the ceiling like she’s praying for the roof to collapse. I understand that prayer. The fondue set is getting heavier by the second. White ceramic pot, six tiny forks, a tea light. Aunt Susan handed it over yesterday with a sloppy grin and drunk Santas on the wrapping paper.

she murmured. She turned her head and that was when she saw Logan. He was sitting on the sofa opposite the bed, already dressed, his laptop closed beside him, his attention completely on her. He was smiling in that quiet, warm way that always made her chest feel tight. “Merry Christmas, my darling,” he said softly. She stared at him, then at the bags, then back at him again. “Logan… what are all these?” He stood up and walked closer. “Santa brought your gifts. You’ve been a very good girl this year, so he decided to be generous.”

Five elves followed closely behind as he approached the microphone. “Ho, ho, ho!” Santa boomed. “We’re here to give gifts all you children who are on the Nice list. Are there any Naughty kids in here?" Santa says and they all say No. Santa continues, "Even if you don’t believe in Santa, and maybe even on the Naughty list, we’re here to make sure you have a very happy holiday. Ho, ho, ho!” The children jumped, screamed, and laughed, completely overjoyed. After Santa finished, he and the elves exited the stage and were guided to the attached warehouse next door, where chairs were set up for the children to talk with Santa, receive their gift bags, and then be escorted to an access room where t

“First: no more mention of love. I don’t want to hear that word come out of your mouth again for the next twelve days. Got it?” “Got it,” he said evenly. “Second: no more gifting me things. No stockings, no presents, no thoughtful little surprises that show how much you’ve been researching my life like some kind of creepy, obsessive stalker.” His jaw tightened slightly, but he nodded. “Fine.”

As I try to get the letter, she lifts her hand up in the air and asks smiling, “And since when are this letter exchange happening? Spill else you won’t get the letter” “Ummm….Please Nanny Agatha, give my letter!” I whine. “Nope! First answer my question.” Nanny now crosses her arms on her chest still holding the letter. “Ok.” I pause and then continue, “Last to last Christmas, I asked my Santa to send me letters. Since then every week he sends me one letter and I am allowed to write one letter to him and drop it in my letter box. Now please give me the letter.” She extends the letter to me and I almost snatch it from her and run to the stairs.

“Thank you for your kindness. But I will receive a bonus from the company, right? I can buy gifts with that bonus.” However, suddenly Chris laughed loudly. I saw Mark laughing too. After a while, they stopped laughing, and Mark said, “Ms. Hannah. The card Sir Walker gave you is a bonus from the company that is your share. We will give Chloe her share tomorrow. Actually, we had planned this a long time ago, but we forgot. So please accept it, and I don’t mind receiving a gift from you.” Chris pulled my hand again and placed the card in my palm. “Only the four of us know. Buy whatever you like. We can also have a gift exchange on Christmas Eve at the villa. What do you think?”