Storytelling Santa Novels & Stories

) then I decided to tell her a fantasy parable to clarify my point: °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "Long ago, at the North pole dwelt the children's Favorite person, Santa Claus. Every Christmas he'd Sneak in the kid's room and leave there a gift according To how nice they'd been all year long.

Just then, I received a call from Gregory. "Hey buddy what's up" he said. "Hey Greg. Good morning and merry Christmas" "Merry Christmas buddy, how is Samantha and Lana" he said. "All good. Samantha is helping Lana get ready for the party" "Ok, don't worry Freddie everything is going to be alright" he said. "I hope so, thanks. Greetings to Betty and the kids". "Sure, see you soon". "And you too" I said, cutting the call. "Hopefully, all will go well" I muttered.

All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes. Santa looked an awful lot like Sheriff Parks, even with his fake beard and stuffed tummy. The kids didn’t seem to notice. He waved and tossed candy from atop his sleigh, his plastic reindeer fastened up the roof of the pick-up truck towing his magical sled atop a flatbed trailer. It was decorated with fake snow and Christmas trees so that it looked as if Santa was flying over the top of a forest of lighted trees. “Well, that’s that,” Memory said, turning toward him, her hands deep in her pockets. “Until next year.”

“You always say that.” “It’s a busy time of year. I need to get going. Thanks for calling, Cody.” “You know me, just trying to get the truth, although you once again, refrained from sharing what really happened.” I smirked. “My lips are sealed. I don’t kiss and tell.” “Just when I think I’m the whore. You dress as Santa at a children’s hospital with your secret girlfriend as your elf, and manage to find a way to fuck her without getting completely caught.”

“You're saying you can marry us? Legally?" He shrugs. “I’m ordained online.” I can see my future self telling this story to Anne when she’s older: “And that’s how your mother and father were married on Christmas Eve by Santa Claus. On your birthday.” I burst into the room, tailed by Santa, who laughs as he walks in. “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!” Kate cocks her head to the side. “Really, Dorian?" she asks. "Santa? Are you purposely trying to re-traumatize me?"

“Now drink up…” “How is it that I don’t notice these things until the last minute?” Siel asked aloud, sipping from the large, steaming porcelain mug. The kids came back and then hugged V. They seemed to be tired, but right then, a familiar voice suddenly called out… “Hello, everyone! Welcome to our bonfire’s storytelling time!”, Myron announced in a louder and much more animated tone than his usual CEO’s Personal Assistant voice. “We have chosen ten stories from all of those that were submitted this Christmas, and we will be performing the selected ones in two parts. My beautiful wifey, Raquel, will help me with the voices and sound effects.”

How far can the bastard have gone? Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd. He emerges from the next door along from Antonio's, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way... The clothing store? It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they're naughty or nice. Hastily, I move on, cross the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the store entrance as he enters, strolling in as though he owns the fucking place.

I'd rather not inform her yet of my residence amongst a family tied to the Mafia or what terrible doom may await me if I choose to leave the manor after I turned 19. My bleak self-assessment disrupts as soon as the Christmas melodies halt on the stereo overhead. The children and I exchange glances of confusion. Instead, we hear the distinct sounds of jingles somewhere. Suddenly, the manor's main entrance doors open apart. In trot, a dozen reindeers tugging a sled. Someone clad as Santa, perches upon the sled, leaning back against a massive velvety sack overflowing with gifts. A few people in elves' costumes trail in after, closing the doors behind them to keep the outdoor warmth from enterin

I have enough money to afford anything. However, to my surprise, Harper says, “I don’t need any material things. What I really want. What I… what I always believe in is the fairy tale of Santa Claus since I was a little girl. I waited every year for him to deliver my gift. And everyone just laughs at me thinking I’m silly for believing that he even exists.” Wait… Maybe not everything can be afforded with money. Something feels very wrong… She takes in a deep breath and finalizes my fate, “I wish to witness Santa Claus driving his sleigh into the center of town for all to see. And to bless me with a song and dance!”

The year before, when Jamie fell sick, they filled half his room with Christmas gifts just to cheer him up. As for me, every year, my Christmas gifts were whatever items Ava no longer needed. This time, it was finally my turn to get something special, but whatever it was, I would never be able to use it. Just then, my uncle, Cole Hale, and his family walked in with their arms full of bags. With smiles on their faces, they went around exchanging Christmas greetings with everyone. Mom immediately went over toward them. "You're here, Cole! Where's Lyra?"