1. Santa Claus


    Date: 9/1/2016, Categories: Supernatural, Author: rebecca23, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    " Jingle bell... jingle bell... jingle bell rock ..." God I hate that song, God I hate Christmas I thought as I trudged, camel like, through the shopping mall, laden with last minute presents for nieces and nephews who I didn’t even like. Let alone them really giving a shit what I got them. I stood resting next to a fountain and watched the dwindling swarm of mommies and kiddies in line to get their pictures taken with Santa. Tonight was Christmas Eve and it was their last chance to give Santa their wish list. "Ladies and Gentlemen: The George street Mall will be closing in ten minutes. We will reopen the day after Christmas, December 26th at eight A.M. for your shopping convenience." I used to love Santa growing up like any other kid... I thought wistfully. I haven't stood in that line to climb up onto his lap and snuggle under that snowy white beard since I was six years old. The thought warmed me and made me feel secure and happy bringing a smile to my face. I could see the Jolly old man sitting on his gothic throne inside his cardboard castle. He's a good one, I mused. The beard looks real... the belly seems solid... hmm. I smiled to myself and thought about going and standing in line. Silly really. I was over twenty years old, but I suddenly had the strong urge to lay my head on his shoulder and tell him all my secrets. I watched Santa ease the last child down from his ample lap and suddenly made up my mind. Jumping up, I entered the red and white "North Pole Castle" ...
    just as a pimply green elf helper was packing up the camera equipment. "We're closed now, lady." "This will only take a minute." Inside was a child's idea of winter wonderland. The walls sparkled with glitter and metallic trees shimmered in the light. Huge mystery boxes with big red bows sat ready to tantalize the eyes of any child seeking Santa's ear. In the center of all this glitz sat Santa Claus in his oversized chair, as real as a wishing star. He sat patiently, as if waiting just for me. "Hello Rebecca." "Hello Santa." It didn't occur to me to question how he knew my name. His magic was working already. "Come here, my child," he said opening his arms to welcome me. I slowly climbed right up onto his lap. He did indeed have merry blue eyes and a jolly big smile. I curled one arm around his neck and nuzzled my face into his beard. Santa stroked the back of my head sweetly. I stretched my hand over the velvety curve of his belly and gave him a hug. "What would you like for Christmas, my dear?" his voice was calming. "Santa, I'm very lonely," I whispered. He placed one gloved hand on my leg and the other around my waist and pulled me closer in a big Santa bear hug. "Have you been a good girl this year?" "Yes Santa," I looked deeply into his eyes. "Then I have a gift just for you!" "Promise?" I asked. "Promise," he said, with a wink of his twinkling eye. I gave Santa one last hug and a kiss on the cheek and climbed down off his lap. I left the Castle and even smiled at the ...
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