Storytelling Santa Mga Nobela at Kwento

his tone held seriousness but I knew he was also trying to get me to laugh. I wiped away the tears that brimmed my eyes, threatening to escape from its captivity, with the back of my hand and took in a deep breath, "And how do you know what a drunk reindeer drives like?" "I don't, but I assume that if the reindeer on Santa's slay flew like how you are driving right now then not every child in the world would get their presents." "Don't tell me you still believe in the santa clause," I groaned at the grown man talking to me at the other end of the phone.

The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them. “Where’s Marcos?” Santa asked, reaching into a bag. He pulled out a bright shiny red sled, handing it to her bright-eyed student. “Where’s Anna?” Santa asked, looking around. Again, another one of Holly’s students. “Here, Santa,” said the small girl, looking up hopefully. He handed her a giant bin of Legos and the poor girl looked like she was about to pass out. “Oh, Santa,” she cried. “How did you know? This is exactly what I wanted!”

“You have a grandmother?” “Yes, but back to santa. I do believe him, and he comes in the New Year with a female sidekick called the Snowmaiden,” Alexander told her. ‘But you can celebrate Christmas any way you want while you’re with me. I didn’t even know the festival existed until I went to live with my grandmother.”

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!”

I say after a few more curses from him, and each one made me laugh harder, slowly easing my nerves. “How? Who? I did write to Santa, but you said that he said that Santa is not real... so...” Addis trails off, trying to find some logical explanation. “I don’t know, Addis... I swear that I’m not exaggerating one bit, or making things up. I’m as flabbergasted as you are, if not even worse. But it did happen, and to be honest, I don’t care about logic... I know what happened, and I’m telling you, there’s no point in trying to look for an explanation. I’m just grateful that whoever that was, made my biggest wish come true.” I say honestly and from the bottom of my heart, which beats again with a

Adam glared at him but he didn't care. “The big guy lost a bet when we were in high school. We dared him to dress as the Grinch and snatch the presents from the mall Santa,” Frank said and Adam cleared his throat. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Adam said, trying to conclude the subject. “Not quite. Santa turned out to be a veteran and whooped his ass,” Frank added and laughed madly. Adam just glared at him in disgust. Jessica sniggered and went to the kitchen to fetch some extra dishes.

She saw the presents under the tree and lost her mind with excitement. "Santa came! Santa came, Mama!" They'd had a long discussion about Santa, which Isabella had tried to handle honestly while preserving some magic. "Santa is a story people tell at Christmas. The presents are from people who love you—Mama and Auntie Grace and Miss Rosa and everyone who cares about you." But Lily had insisted Santa was real because Tommy at daycare said so, and Isabella had decided this wasn't a battle worth fighting. If believing in Santa made Lily happy, then Santa existed. Parenting was complicated.

I feel an arm go round my waist and I'm pulled to sit on Damien's legs. "Now, you Mrs Forrest, has been a very naughty girl lately" he whispers in my ear and I feel a smile creep up on my face. "What are you going to do about it Santa?" I hum. "I might just have a special candy for you to suck on" He smirks and I chuckle before pulling his face for a kiss. His hands go to squeeze my bum making me smile against his kiss. We pull apart grinning, when we noticed a small figure standing by the corner. We both turn to see Roxy looking at us with his eyes wide opened. I bite on my lips. We're fucked! "Why is Santa kissing mommy, and not daddy?" He puzzles. Merry-fucking-Christmas The Very End

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”