Storytelling Santa Novels & Stories

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

Her beautiful brown hair complemented her shiny brow skin. "My name is Christabel Daniels, you look very pretty. I love your hair." "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." I said to her. She giggled. "You look more beautiful when you smile." " Aww, thank you. What happened with you and Sarah?" Christalbel said. "She was just being a bitch. Is she always like that?" Christabel chuckled and said, " did you by any chance talk to her boyfriend or something? She can be really jealous when it comes to him." Lol, because of ordinary boy. Wonders shall never end. The boy isn't even my type.

Conrad and I actually had some fond memories together. Before Kelly showed up, Conrad would always accompany me to set off fireworks on my birthday. When I was younger, I didn't know that wishing was supposed to be done silently, so I would always say my wishes out loud. In just a few days, whatever I wished for would appear, sent over by the Reeses. As I grew older, I stopped saying my wishes out loud, but Conrad always managed to learn my preferences from my friends.

Just like that, I told him everything that was happening, excluding my one-night stand story. As predicted, he was furious. Just like Emily, he has never liked Josh for me. The call ended, but not without me letting him know not to let anyone know what happened. I quickly had my bath and changed into something more comfortable. Today is Christmas, and I will have a fun-filled evening. It dawned on me that I did not see any Christmas trees hanging around anywhere. Nothing feels like the season around here. Everywhere is quiet. I might as well shop for a Christmas tree with my best friend and light up the house.

For example, while 4-year-old Pearl still believes Santa Claus will actually sneak into her house through the chimney, Ely can already tell the difference between fairy tales and reality. (FLASH IN: A week before Christmas) "Santa Claus is just a character in a story. There is no Santa Claus in this world. The Santas you see at amusement parks and malls, they're all staff dressed up in costumes." Ely said calmly, holding a Christmas gift. Lydia was surprised. She had put the presents in Ely's Christmas stocking last night, hoping that Ely would be happy when he found them on Christmas Day. Lydia remembered that she had believed in Santa Claus when she was 12 years old, which made her a littl

“Would you like to know a Christmas secret? Would you be able to keep it?” Liam gave an enthusiastic nod as he leaned closer to Nicholas. “I can keep a secret! I promise!” “I’m actually Santa’s son. I came here from the North Pole last night. There was an emergency with one of Santa’s sleighs. It looks like it’ll be too foggy on Christmas Eve for Santa to be able to fly his sleigh through the night...” Nicholas brought a hand to his chin, as he ran his fingers through his faux beard. “Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?”

“Parents play ninja to keep the magic alive. I can make you feel that magic too. At least for a while. For sure, it’s gonna be a one-off deal.” Ecto is blatantly confused. “You mean… you’re going to try and surprise me? Even though I’m sort of, well, omnipresent?” “Yup.” “Let me get this straight… you actually think you can put something in that folder without me noticing?” “Bingo.” “But that’s impossible!” “My point exactly. Santa IS impossible but kids around the world still believe in him. Because of the concerted efforts of ordinary people. Sure, my parents sold the same lie to me but look how I turned out.”

Nox asked, "why are you worried about Santa?" She pointed out the large windows. "Because the man on TV said the snow is coming. He said lots and lots. He said no driving. What about Santa?" "Child," Jane said, "I told you, Santa flies a sleigh. Snow's a Christmas miracle." I leaned closer. "Jane's right." I glanced at her smiling brown eyes, winked, and looked back to my daughter. "She always is. Santa's sleigh flies better in snow."

After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?” “Hmmm..” Nanny thinks with her finger on her chin and then says, “You do have a point. We are seeing him to be the same since years. So maybe it is all our imagination!” then she puts me down on the bed and says, “Now you should sleep, else how will Santa come?” “Wait I will have to keep the letter in the letter box first! He told me to do so!” I start getting down with the sealed envelope which had my letter to my Santa and Nanny Agatha ruffled my hair, “My Olive and her imaginations!!”

The End" She said as she smiled at her son whom still looked at her, expecting her to continue with the story. "But Mama this story does not really interest me this night. I have heard alot of stories about Santa. Please tell me something different?" "Fine! I will. But promise me that after this it will be over?" "If I like it Mama" he responded. " Ok then, I will call this story THE LITTLEST ELF"