Secret Santa Gift Exchange! Novels & Stories

“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?”

He waved at Memory and Dak, who waved back. Kirsten sighed. “I guess we should go say hi.” Looking down at her daughter she added, “I don’t think Santa delivers puppies, honey.” As Lorelei attempted to reason that she’d seen it on a movie, Kirsten said, “Anyway, it was pretty cool you did that, Dak. And I can’t blame them for giving you two the trophy under the circumstances. If I have a hundred thousand dollars to donate, maybe I’ll win next year.” She bumped Memory in the arm with the back of her fist for emphasis and then took Lorelei’s hand. “Come on, let’s go see Daddy.” “See you, Lor,” Memory said, her eyes still bulging out of her head as she processed the number her sister had spewed

That tension was gone now and they were all much more relaxed. Tracy didn’t know Silas well enough to know his usual holiday habits but there was no denying his satisfied smile. She looked to Thomas for insight into Silas’s state of mind to see him broadly smiling. It was safe to say the stern businessman had come full circle. “Oh mom, you missed some,” Sean suddenly announced. Practically diving under the tree he emerged with three identical sized presents and one larger one. Smiling mischievously the kids abandoned their gifts including the virtual reality goggles that captivated Theo to gather around and present the gifts.

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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!”

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“You’re joking. That can’t be real.” “Well, I’m making up the terminology, but it does exist,” Jane replied. “According to the territory bylaws, during the holiday season, charity organizers may anonymize their efforts specifically when it comes to holiday gift drives. They may instead do it under the pseudonym of ‘Santa Claus’. It’s meant to protect children from finding out that Santa isn’t real.” Alexander and I stared at each other. I had never heard of this before; neither, it seemed, had he. But if it was possible to host a charity event anonymously, then we would accept it. Even if it felt a little silly.

I didn’t even crack a smile as the rest of them roared with hysterics. I hated Secret Santa, but my dislike was tempered more than a touch when it came Mae’s turn to tear open her wrapping. Her cheeks went up in her trademark crimson as a Naughty Mrs Claus lingerie set came into view. Again, the gathered participants roared — but my interest in that little gift box was anything but humorous. How my dick fucking twitched at the thought of that perky little ass in a red satin thong. I could practically feel the twang of it under my thumb as I’d part those sweet cheeks nice and wide for me.

The office buzzed with holiday cheer on the last day before Christmas break. Fairy lights twinkled over cubicles, and the scent of gingerbread cookies wafted from the break room. I, Holly Jenkins, sat at my desk nursing a lukewarm coffee, dreading the Secret Santa exchange. At twenty-eight, single and buried in spreadsheets, I craved excitement, but not the kind that came with anonymous gifts from coworkers. Still, I plastered on a smile as our HR rep, Tina, passed out the wrapped boxes.

Haylie, my parents, Timmy, and my assigned Secret Santa from my school. A handful of students from my grade had started a tradition four years ago, where we all put our names in a Santa hat and shake them up. Once everyone's name was put in, we would all take one out. Whoever was on the piece of paper, we would be their Secret Santa and buy them a gift, which we would all put under the "Giving Tree" at the annual Christmas party that was held every year on December 19th. In other words, it was being held tomorrow evening. Begrudgingly, I had picked out Zach. Lucky me. The last thing I wanted to do was get a gift for Zach Turploy. Especially not after he had beaten my... ex up. The word still