Diría que desperté pero eso es una mentira, en verdad no dormi ni un minuto, solo esperé a que el primer rayo de sol se fugara a través de mi cortina para tener la justificación de por qué ya era legítimo bajar. Corrí sin importarme el suelo frío picándome las plantas de los pies. Cuando llegué a la esquina previa a la sala donde estaba el árbol se escuchó un forcejeo como de algo pesado moviéndos...

I pulled my shawl tighter around me as the cold wind blew. The sun was already setting, but finding fresh pine cones was more important. I’d just found the seventh one when I heard Ma calling me back.

She chastised me as I rushed into the warm cabin. But I spied a smile on her face. Tonight was too important for lectures. I’d only get one more chance at it before my age betrayed me.

Slippi...

Dr. Bumbledon’s bulbous belly was so large that each time he tried to use the drainage system to deliver teenagers their monthly honey, he would have to yank his remarkable tummy through each drain. One time, he even had to ask for help on the street for strangers to help pull him out. Dr. Bumbledon however, was too proud to discard his prize possession. He vowed that he would never leave anything...

“Why, do you hear that!?” The typical holiday mother said to the rose cheeked children.

It was not the sound of sleigh bells. Nor was it the sound of reindeer, or sleds. It was not the sound of some jolly laugh, or elves or any sort of Santa related nonsense.

Instead it was the sound of a World War 2 era Sherman tank. All of the kids ran excitedly outside in anticipation. Sure enough, the trea...

Mrs. Chapman sat in her chair wondering what she could create to help others near Christmas. She struggled to get around. She wrote many letters and she loved stickers. Each day she began her day with devotions and prayer.

She asked her daughter, Laura, “Do you have any ideas of how I can help others?”

Laura said, “You can paint pictures or write encouraging notes.”

“That’s a wonderful idea!” M...

What many didn’t know was that Santa Claus was what they called a ‘Thousand Year Elf’, which meant in his last century or two he began to look as tattered and torn as his white fur-lined coat. His bones had become brittle, maybe from carrying all that fat for so many years and his appetite had diminished to null, I mean just how many dry cookies and glasses of half-spoiled milk can one being eat a...

I’m Santa’s granddaughter. And I’m a little bit lost.

My name is Alyssa Claus. I was born in 2004. In case you haven’t figured it out already, everyone in our family lives as long as they want and can age however they please. There’s a lot of people, but I grew up that way, and I’ve gotten used to it.

My mom is American— and Santa is her dad. My own father is from California, but he left ages ag...

She primed the club. Zoom. She was upon him before he could react. Whack. Whack. Whack. He is not moving. She rummages the property for valuables and puts them into her sack. Silverware, trinkets, jewellery. She leaves. There is artificial snow being pumped out of tubes to simulate snow. She raises her gloved hand holding a list of names and addresses written on a piece of paper. She crosses the n...

I’m not really sure how us bunnies got into the gift gig, but it started centuries ago. I am sure you think that guy Santa Claus is still in the business but actually he got out a long time ago. Mrs. Claus got sick of the whole toys for tots stuff and the endless ho-ho-ho and jolly all the time shtick and talked Santa into selling out to the Elf Conglomerate. They bought a place in Costa Rica an...

Kylian took his turn to speak into the burning orange embers of the camp fire.

‘2020 had turned out to be an utterly bizarre year. The U.S government got so desperate for a distraction they came out saying there were ‘other worldly craft’ on earth.

Then early in 2021 there was the resolution of the Epstein case that involved trafficking people into elite sex cults. It was some guy who killed him...