The Santa Clause Elf Bernard Novels & Stories

“Far too beautifully,and this new hair color makes you look utterly irresistible." My breath caught. I could feel the years between us like a live wire. Him old enough to be my father, me barely legal, playing elf to him as Santa in front of hundreds of people, and to think, I wanted him. It was wrong. It was insane. And God, I wanted it. The curtain rustled again,another elf calling us back. He dropped his hand, but not before his thumb traced the edge of my lower lip, just once. “Break’s over,” he said, voice gravel and velvet. “But we’re not done, little elf.”

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.

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

' She whines before backing away and leaving me in front of him naked. 'Hello Dakota.' I stare at the huge golden man in front of me, he must be almost seven foot tall, with a long bushy golden beard, equally long golden brown hair and bright white teeth. At first my mind refuses to accept that he is a man and not the huge grizzly but then I remember him helping Kaiden when we fought the Dark Angel. 'Bernard?'

They seemed to realize that jumping up on him was off-limits, and behaved themselves accordingly. An overweight man in a red flannel short-sleeve shirt and overalls came out of the main house and waddled after the dogs. He had a bushy white beard, rosy cheeks, and tiny gold-rimmed spectacles. For a second I wondered if we’d found Santa Claus’s summer home. “Mr. Derek, Mr. Killian,” the man said jovially, and shook hands with both of them. Everyone exchanged a few pleasantries – how was the drive, how have you been – and then Santa Bob said, “I see we have newcomers.”

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 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