Novel & Cerita Storytelling Santa

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

Anna flung at him and he laughed. He gave her a big gift box wrapped with a red shiny wrapper. She beamed at him. He went towards Anav who was staring at him with a grin and twinkling eyes in Pamela aunt's arms. Santa gave him another present. Anav smiled while taking it and started scratching the wrap with his hands and then tried to eat it by licking. That Santa man came to me and held his hand out to me saying with a heavy voice, "Hello, Merry Christmas miss. This is for you." He gave me a gift. I blinked up at him.

A little boy with brown hair, and brown eye stomped up the stairs, put his hands on his hips, and glared at Joe. “Hello Carlton. Merry Christmas!” Joe said enthusiastically. “You’re not Santa!” Carlton snapped. “I’m not?” “No!” “Then who am I?” “I don’t know, but there is no Santa! Santa isn’t real!” “Who told you that?” “My big brother! He told me I was a big baby if I still believed in Santa.” “I see. Can I ask you a question Carlton?” “Ye….yes.” “Do you, in your heart, believe Santa is real?”

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.

Forced to question things they had known their entire lives. “What about Christmas trees or Easter? All of these things are based on something that happened a long time ago. Those stories have evolved, and we just accept them for what they are because that’s what we’ve been programmed to do. While we know Santa isn’t real, for many of us, our childhoods were filled with stories about Santa and many of us still believe in Christmas miracles. This is because we have our own version of mythology. It’s not nearly as cool as the Greek version, but it’s essentially the same thing.”

Daddy was very tall, so when he’s holding me, I can put the star on easily. “Where’s Uncle Dar and Alex?” I asked. “Uh, they won’t be joining us for this christmas.” Daddy said. I made a sad face, “But I wanted to celebrate with them.” “Don’t worry. They are actually on a mission to go to the North Pole and meet Santa. That way they’ll make sure Santa gives you the present you want.” Momma said. “Really?” I felt excited. “Yep. You want that, don’t you?” she asked and I nodded.

I stare down at the letter, my heart squeezing, and I sigh softly, feeling overly emotional as I look at his large handwriting. “No. Surprisingly…” I reply softly before I begin reading out the letter. “Dear Santa, I know I’m not a good boy, but I promise I won’t begin to play with fire this year even if it looks so fun, but in return I want you to let my Mommy and Daddy become a big happy family again. So, I can have them always. Love, Alpha Xander.” We’re both silent before Sebastian chuckles lightly. “Alpha Xander, the kid’s got confidence.”

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 looked at me with confusion, “Excuse me?” His ‘excuse me,’ gave me a reality check of how I sounded, “Do you have anything to do for Christmas?” “Young lady, I just helped you, I don't understand why you would want that information,” He looked at me like a weirdo. I shook my hands and head when I saw the look in his eyes, “I'm not weird or anything, I'm just trying to create employment for people who don't have anything to do for Christmas.” Now he must think that I'm strange.

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.