Wrapped Up Christmas Novels & Stories

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "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. Santa had many elves helping him with Gifts Synthesis, preparations, and Delivery. Among those Elves, there were two of them that fell in love with Each other! They were both from the Gift-wrapping Department. Every month they'd give each other a Gift. A boy elf was very good at wrapping gifts, he Was very good at making up things and Fantasizing Stories, which the girl elf loved to listen to. The boy Elf would invent every possible design of w

Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season. As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

It was Christmas, and for once, everything felt still, whole. But my hands trembled with the secret I carried. I waited until the chaos of wrapping paper and puppy paws settled, until Jace was sitting on the couch with Koda pressed against his side and Liviana curled in his lap, her red curls spilling over his shoulder. Wolf leaned against the armrest, his gaze steady on me. “Got one more gift,” I said softly, slipping a small envelope into Jace’s hand. He frowned, curious, then opened it slowly. His eyes widened, the sonogram picture catching the glow of the Christmas lights.

The inscription on the back read “For a mom's love that never fades.” It hit me instantly. That was the one. “She’ll love it,” Beth said quietly, seeing my face. “I know,” I whispered. “She deserves it.” We grabbed wrapping paper with white snowflakes and gold stars and a blue background, tape, ribbon — the works. Storm helped by holding the ribbon and laughing when it stuck to his mittens. For a little while, it felt like any other December afternoon — warm lights, cinnamon air, laughter echoing from every store, packages in both hands.

“Hey, I heard the news that you’ve made me an uncle, and I couldn’t be more thrilled! But guess what? I’ve got something even more exciting planned!” “I already said no Christmas gifts this year,” I replied, feeling completely exhausted. My spirit was drained, lacking any kind of festive joy. “Oh, it’s Christmas Eve,” Hugo said with a grin. “Feel free to open one gift.” He stood up from the couch, gently placing Estelle back into her little white lace bassinet. He then crouched under the Christmas tree and retrieved the tiniest box, wrapped in plaid paper with a bow that seemed oversized for its size.

His mother had never been one for subtlety, but a smile warmed his expression as he tore tape away from the package’s ends. Once he’d gotten the box open he could see that it was his mother’s version of a care package, complete with loads of Christmas candy and a framed photo of both his mother and father dressed in their usual Mr. and Mrs. Claus attire. He shook his head. They never gave up on trying to give him some of their excessive holiday spirit. He found a letter, the envelope red and sparkly. There was a bright green sticker in the shape of a Christmas tree keeping it sealed. With a sigh at the unnecessary waste of it all, he slid open the letter and read.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

The downtown area was similar to a lot of the towns Dak had visited recently, looking for the perfect place to start his new endeavor, but there was something slightly different about Christmas Falls, something special he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The Christmas decorations hanging from the lamp posts and strung around the trees were the same white lights, red bows, garland, and cartoony characters as everywhere else, seasonal flowers blooming from the flower beds while banners announced where he was and that he was welcome there, but an excitement seemed to hang in the air that he could only describe as a certain kind of Christmas magic he couldn’t ever remember encountering before.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.