I hate Christmas, Santa Claus sucks, the reindeer should be ground up into dog food and the songs, the fucking songs, it's either advertisement that the road to happiness is paved in all those presents under the trees or praise for something that so many people have packaged into a religious icon and then put it up for sale. Of course I can say all this, wel...
Hello, and welcome to chapter 6. In this chapter, I want to explore more on Nicolette and Gernick a bit more, and that is what I tried to do chapter. I also tried to slow it down, but not sure if I succeeded. Please read and share your thoughts. Let me thank you for reading the story and let you know that I really appreciate it. Let me thank Overstar for ta...
I've been a mall Santa Claus for five years now. This year has been no different. Well, there is one difference. Up until now, every year the elves and Ms. Clause have been local volunteers, mainly retired people. They are usually a friendly bunch, but this year, things were different. Here's what happened. So for the first day, I show up, expecting basical...
"Alright, I understand", you say to your parents on the phone. They are stuck at the airport, on Christmas eve none the less! And by the sound of it, it looks like they won't be home until the day after Christmas. You sit on your couch in your pajamas. The air is cold in your house, but your lit fireplace is making concentrated warmth. You stare at...
This is a Winter Contest story, please vote. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18. There are no characters under the age of 18. * Offering Bob a job, Kris Kringle comes to the rescue to save the day by offering Bob a job. Dear Santa, I've been bad, very bad. I punched my boss in the nose at work and quit before he fired me. After allowing my...
Big fat flakes of snow are falling past the dark window, lit up by the warm light from the kitchen. You watch them as the wind blows them into little dances before they fall gently onto the sill. Quiet Christmas music is playing in the background, and the occasional snap and crackle from the fireplace reaches your ears. "It is so beautiful outside" you thin...
Liam and Sam dropped their tools and stood back to look at their handiwork. "Didn't know you knew woodworking," Sam said. "Neither did I," Liam admitted. They surveyed the wall of intricate shelves one last time before Liam gave a low whistle. The dozens of small toys, which had been carefully set aside, sprang to life and floated up to their positions on...
It was the night before Christmas and Santa was in the house, slumped over his desk with his calculator out. Pressing buttons to add and subtract, calculating probabilities to be exact. For a problem had arisen with the evening's route; time and distance left too much room... for doubt. He pulled his long white beard and rubbed his eyes, then Santa sat back...
Santa was sleeping soundly. He had been working with the reindeer all day, getting ready for their big night. They had been practicing take offs and landings for hours. It was very cold outside and Santa was exhausted. Mrs. Claus had been in the bakeshop all day and being around all of those sweet desserts always put her in a salty mood. As she lay in the...
"Hi. I'm Claire. Nice to meet you. How do you do? I'm Claire. It's nice to meet you, too." Claire Taylor worked her way around the circle of people in the room, shaking everyone's hand and smiling at each person she met. She couldn't believe she was there. She didn't want to be there and in the predicament she had landed herself into. She knew she had to d...