Storytelling Santa Novels & Stories

"She was like this at eight. I suspect she was like this at seven. I think this is simply who she is." "The concept of Santa," Killian said, still slightly awed. "I genuinely did not see that coming." "I saw it coming," I said. "She asked me two years ago whether Santa was real and I told her the honest answer, which is that the specific individual is a tradition rather than a fact but the spirit of generosity he represents is entirely real. She's been working with that framework ever since." "And you didn't tell us this?" Kade asked. "I didn't think it required a briefing," I said. "She seemed to handle it well."

“You are my wife, Mara, and I know when you’re okay or not. And right now, I know you are not okay. So, tell me, pookie, what is wrong?” I blushed hard but hesitated. I wanted to insist that I was fine, but then a thought dropped into my mind. What if I was Santa? What if I made those girls’ dream of celebrating Christmas come true this year? “Okay, I have been thinking,” I began slowly, wondering how he would take my words, “What if the pack starts celebrating Christmas?”

“Santa brought your gifts. You’ve been a very good girl this year, so he decided to be generous.” She laughed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands like a child who still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. “Oh my God… you’re serious?” “Very serious.” She sat up properly now, the big shirt she was wearing sliding slightly off her shoulder. “Can I open them?” “Please,” he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “They’re all yours.” She counted them quickly. Five bags in total. Two very big ones, three medium ones, and two smaller boxes tucked inside one of the bags.

I was required to read three stories before Alex shut it down and forced me out of the room. “Daddy what if Santa doesn’t come?” “Santa’s comin’ baby girl. I promise.” He smiled. “But he’s not comin’ ’til you fall asleep. And believe me, he’ll know.” She let out a frustrated groan, but lay down and closed her eyes tight. I forced myself not to giggle. She was trying so hard to be good, but she was fighting her desire to see Santa come down the chimney. “Lily,” Alex said.

His mouth hung open like Santa was ten feet tall. Santa ho-ho-ho’d with exactly the kind of laugh only Ryker could pull off when he wasn’t trying. “Well, well, well,” he said, setting the giant Santa sack down. “I’ve heard there’s a good little boy in this home.” Storm shot his hand in the air. “ME!” he squealed. The room erupted in laughter. Santa knelt to Storm’s level, the bells on his boots jingling. Mrs. Claus (Mom, trying not to laugh) placed a hand behind Storm and kissed the top of his head.

The fact that they were peeking around a sequined Christmas tree with pointy ice crystal ornaments only added to the whole disconcertingly ominous picture. “You’re going to make kids afraid of Santa’s helpers,” Meghan said, smacking her brother. “Parents will be investing in therapy instead of building blocks.” “What do you think?” James asked Starlight, pointing at his sweater. Starlight grimaced. “It’s kinda… creepy.” James laughed. “Runner-up,” Elijah said. “But I’ll give you an A for effort.” She took in Elijah’s sweater. Dark green with wide red stitching at the collar and cuffs, a googly-eyed reindeer head smiled at her. Not only did Rudolf’s nose glow brightly, but its antlers were de

They were maybe 10-12 feet tall and apparently heavier than I thought. And what do we have for Christmas? A freaking man-sized Santa Claus with his slide and all the nine reindeers. I'm telling you, he goes too extra with the decorations. He has money, he can allow himself to go this far with the decor, that's what he says when I ask him why. It's actually heartwarming to see this big man being so enthusiastic and giggling like a kid. And I know in such moments he is the real Viktor I have the luck to know. In such moments of pure freedom and joy.

Anna fully well understood why they were running after her, but then they should cut her some slack; whatever happened these past few days isn’t her fault, so they have no reason to chase her like she stole their Christmas presents. Speaking of Christmas, Anna cringed when she remembered her childhood, those pathetic days when she would sit under the Christmas tree, waiting and hoping that Santa will bring her presents. The most amusing thing that happened to Anna was that she did see Santa; just that it wasn’t the old man with a long white beard. The Santa that brought gifts to Anna happened to be her father Ford Smith, and she found him dead on their porch that night. Shaking her head to g

"And they're delivered by Santa Claus, I suppose." "Of course," she replied, smiling. "Santa always delivers the presents on Christmas Eve, but they don't open them until Christmas morning. After delivering the presents, Santa reads 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' to them and then they sing songs and have hot chocolate." Caden tilted his head. "How do you know all this?" Jocelyn blushed. "I volunteered there many times before, since my parents passed." "Do they always have enough presents for all of the children?" Caden looked back toward the tree and the family walked into the restaurant.

he states. “Yeah, I did.” “What, my workout yesterday morning wasn’t good enough?” He says, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Well, I mean, both are good.” After our shower (which we take our time with), we both get ready for the day and head down for breakfast. Later, while the girls are in the water, I ask Sue, “So what exactly do the girls think is happening with Santa tomorrow? Because I assume you didn’t bring gifts with you?” “We brought one for each of them and told them that Santa would deliver the rest to our house because he knew we wouldn’t have space for them on the airplane and that they could open them when they got home.”