I believe in Father Christmas, so much so I wrote a book to prove it. I am an adult, in fact I am a mum and so I am the one who nibbles the carrot to make it look like Rudolph ate it. I drink the brandy *hic* and eat the mince pie. I wrap the presents and put them under the tree but I still know Santa exits. In fact, it’s essentially that we keep on believing in him. So the Christmas spirit stays alive.
We all need to be child-like now and then, to indulge our imagination and believe in good and sweetness and light. It’s fantastic for the soul. So I will believe in Father Christmas until I’m old because I never want to lose the magic.
Jenny, in the aptly named Proving Santa Exists is very pro- Father Christmas too. Here’s the blurb:
When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.
Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?
And an excerpt which shows Jenny’s seasonal passion:
"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background.
"It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."
I tut and shake my head.
"The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it."
"How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?"
"Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."
“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist."
"You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide.
"Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."
Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.
I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.
If you need a dose of Christmas spirit today pick up your copy of Proving Santa Exists here: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/blissemas-tales-proving-santa-exists
It contains 5 fab festive recipes for you to try too. Now, a little more Christmas Spirit for you. If you’d like to win a copy of Proving Santa Exists just leave a comment! I’ll draw the winner on the 23rd December! What do you do to get into the festive Spirit at this time of year?
About the Author: Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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