Summary:
❝ Wait,” I say, backing away. “Let me get this straight- you’re Santa Clause?”
He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on the tree. “Well when you put it that way, I suppose.”
The candy cane i am sucking on falls from my lips, clattering to the floor. “B-But where’s the beard, the overflowing fat and the HO HO HO?”
He snorts, a charming smile on his lips as he pulls me closer to him. “Sweetheart, it’s all just the Santa Clause Act.❞
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For as long as Noel Yule can remember, her small town has been obsessed with one day out of the entire year: Christmas.
Every holiday is the same-filled with candy canes, hot chocolate and Christmas carols-except this one.
When Noel catches a boy trying to sneak into her home through the chimney, she doesn’t expect the boy to answer her accusation with the words:
“I’m Santa Clause.”
Aside from the fact that a tall, lanky nineteen year old boy is claiming that he is Santa Clause, Noel can’t seem to wrap her head around Christmas anymore.
Suddenly, December isn’t just a month of peppermint and ruddy noses with “Santa Clause” there to burst every preconceived idea Noel’s ever had about Christmas. As he starts to claim everything to just be the "santa clause act", Noel can't decide anyhting aside from the facts that:
❄ Santa Clause isn’t a billion aged old man with fat rolls. He's actually young and hot.Check.
❄ Reindeers exist (but they’re not friendly). Check.
❄ Santa doesn’t actually distribute all the toys by himself (that’d be silly), the elves help. Check.
And “Santa Clause” is lactose intolerant.
Check.
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The Santa Clause Act (Completed)
Teen Fiction❝ Wait," I say, backing away. "Let me get this straight- you're Santa Clause?" I stare at the boy no more than a couple years older than me. He had to be kidding. He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on...
