So as a kid, I had a really cool, great and amazing childhood. Though I forgot a lot of my memories as I got older, and as a teenager; I didn't know what to tell people when they asked who is your dad, and I couldn't tell them. This secret we had to keep, bothered me and my brother. My brother Charlie went to go see our dad more than I did, but I couldn't. My mom and stepdad, made me stay home every Christmas. I really wanted to see my dad, my friend, and Charlie. I just wanted to spend time with them, and I never could, but my mom told me it's for the best. It was really unfair, that my brother could go and I couldn't.
I asked why I couldn't go and my mom told me it was for my own good, and she didn't want me to turn out like Charlie with a wild imagination and not telling what is real, and what is. I mean as a kid you would listen and believe anything someone told you. Especially if they told you something that you thought was important and I never forgot what my mom and stepdad told me. So this is my story, being Santa's Daughter With The Love Of My Life. Though he was older when I met him. He was 2500 and I was only 6. I know your probably thinking, how is he that old, well I will get to that. Also this story will be different and detailed. So I knew there was something special about him, and my brother could tell too!!
Hey guys, so I will have more chapters. They will be worth it trust me and hey it's Christmas nostalgia when you were a kid after all. Plus I loved this movie since I was kid and your reading this, because you did too. So I hope you enjoy the story, and I hope this brightens up your new year. If you guys want you can vote, comment, and read. I want to see y'all's feedback, thank you in advance, signed the Author.
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"You had no right to do that," I snap, trying my best to out walk him.
His chuckle was loud behind me and his hand griped on my forearm, stopping me. Something about his warmth gave me chills all over my body.
Something I don't think I ever wanted in the first place.
Especially from him and especially now.
"Yes I did, and I still do." His hard grip around my arm loosened, and snaked up to lock his fingers through my hair.
Oh Momma, what is happening?
Being this close to him has been happening way too often for normal. Still, I couldn't break away from this close contact, I was frozen, shocked.
"What makes you think that?"
My question hit him with humor, and instead of fully responding, he leans his face closer to mine. The smirk on his face stayed once he noticed the affect he had on me.
"Because," he whispers out pressing our bodies together.
"I'm your Secret Santa," he licks his lips as if he's hungry, then continues, "I can give you anything I want to give you."
His free arm wraps around my waist, and he lifts me up during the action before pressing our lips together.
The main character is Kimberly. She's an accident prone person who wants nothing but to enjoy her winter. Her friends want the best for her after a terrible break up they witnessed. Every year they all hold the traditional Secret Santa.
Somebody from the group believes that they are what Kimberly needs. This is about Kimberly and her crazy winter story about her not so Secret Santa.