Santa's Little Helper
  • Reads 48
  • Votes 11
  • Parts 10
  • Time 51m
  • Reads 48
  • Votes 11
  • Parts 10
  • Time 51m
Complete, First published Dec 03, 2019
What do you do when a stranger comes sliding down your chimney in the middle of the night saying his your father dressed in a Santa clause costume.

Oh and he shares the same factual appearance as me  while claiming to be the real Santa clause from the fucking North Pole!!!.

Explaining that he needs your help to save Christmas which was 5days away.

Yeah it was gonna be a jolly Christmas 

Not since a l lost the spirit of Christmas as everything is not what it seems.

Would I be able to save Christmas with the help of my father who was Santa it self?
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