#santa claus characters

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Vector set of 3 Christmas cards

The holiday season is a time to spread joy, love, and cheer, and what better way to do so than with festive and humorous Christmas cards? This collection of three cards features delightful characters guaranteed to bring a smile to anyone’s face. The first card presents a cheerful Santa Claus with a sack full of presents, radiating the traditional magic of Christmas Eve with his rosy cheeks and…

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[orphetoon]

seasons greasons or whatever

[celebtf]

TAYLOR’S CHRISTMAS SWAP

The agency’s annual Christmas event was in full swing, a dazzling spectacle of lights, laughter, and luxury. Taylor Zakhar Perez was the evening’s center of attention, effortlessly charming everyone with his megawatt smile and confident air. Clad in a perfectly tailored suit, he moved through the crowd like a star in his element.

Near the corner of the room, a Santa sat in an oversized red chair, surrounded by festive decorations and a line of children. This Santa, with his bushy white beard, rosy cheeks, and jiggling belly, seemed straight out of a classic Christmas card. But Taylor saw none of the magic.

“Seriously?” Taylor sneered to his friend. “Who hired that guy? Did he walk in off the street? Look at him—he’s a walking cliché. The beard’s faker than my last co-star’s Botox, and that belly? He’s probably been chugging eggnog since Halloween.”

His friend chuckled nervously. “Come on, Taylor, it’s just for the kids.”

“Yeah, but even kids deserve better acting. Watch this.” Taylor sauntered over, his grin twisting into something smug.

“Hey, Santa,” he said loudly, drawing the attention of nearby partygoers. “Tell me—do you practice that jolly laugh in front of a mirror, or does it come naturally with all the cookies you shove down your throat?”

Santa looked up, his icy blue eyes meeting Taylor’s. He said nothing, but his gaze held an unnerving intensity.

Unfazed, Taylor kept going. “And the beard? Is it glued on, or do you just wake up like that after a long nap? Honestly, I’ve seen mall Santas with better game.”

The room grew quiet as more people turned to watch. Santa stood slowly, his presence towering despite his bulk.

“You think this is a joke, young man?” Santa’s voice was deep and resonant, carrying a weight that made Taylor falter for a split second.

“Relax, old man,” Taylor said with a smirk. “I’m just giving you some pointers. Maybe next year, you can step it up.”

Santa’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “Perhaps it’s time you learned the weight of the role you so lightly mock.”

Before Taylor could respond, Santa snapped his fingers.

The world around them froze. Conversations stopped mid-word, laughter hung suspended in the air, and even the twinkling lights seemed to pause.

“What the—” Taylor began, but Santa snapped his fingers again.

A strange heat surged through Taylor’s body, starting at his chest and radiating outward. He clutched his stomach as a strange pressure built inside him.

“What’s happening?!” he gasped.

His thick black hair turned ashen gray, the strands lengthening and curling wildly. His smooth, youthful face began to wrinkle, deep crow’s feet etching themselves around his eyes. He reached up in horror as a thick, snow-white beard erupted from his chin, growing longer and fuller with each passing second.

The pressure in his abdomen intensified. His taut, sculpted abs softened, then ballooned outward into a massive, round belly that jiggled with every panicked breath. His toned thighs thickened, straining the seams of his expensive trousers before they reshaped themselves into red velvet pants. His arms and chest swelled, his entire frame growing bulkier and heavier.

“No, no, no!” Taylor cried, his voice deepening into a rich, resonant baritone.

His designer suit shimmered, morphing into a plush red coat trimmed with white fur. Black boots materialized on his feet, their polished surfaces gleaming under the frozen lights. A pair of wire-rimmed glasses appeared in his hand, as if mocking his transformation further.

While Taylor’s body grew heavier and older, Santa’s did the opposite. The heavy weight of his belly receded, replaced by the taut, defined muscles of a man in his prime. His white hair darkened, shortening into a stylish cut that framed his now-youthful face. The thick beard vanished, leaving his jaw clean-shaven and sharp.

Santa flexed his fingers, marveling at the vitality coursing through his veins. He patted his flat stomach, grinning.

“Well, this feels… refreshing,” he said, his voice now identical to Taylor’s. He glanced down at his oversized Santa suit, which hung loosely on his newly slender frame, and laughed. “Guess I’ll need a new wardrobe.”

He turned to Taylor—now the perfect likeness of Santa Claus—and smirked. “How’s it feel, big guy? Heavy, isn’t it? The beard, the belly, the responsibility.”

Taylor stared at his reflection in a nearby ornament, his expression a mix of horror and disbelief.

“This can’t be real!”

“Oh, it’s very real,” Santa said, slipping the glasses onto Taylor’s nose. “You wanted to make fun of Santa? Well, now you are Santa. Merry Christmas.”

He snapped his fingers again.

The room came alive once more, the hum of conversation and laughter resuming as if nothing had happened.

Taylor—now Santa—stood frozen, his oversized red suit fitting him perfectly now.

“Taylor!” someone called, approaching Santa. “Nice touch with the Santa suit! You look amazing!”

Taylor - now Santa ,turned his protests dying in his throat as everyone treated him as if he’d always been the party’s Santa.

Meanwhile, Santa—now Taylor—mingled with ease, his youthful face beaming as he charmed the crowd.

Taylor sank into the oversized chair, his heart pounding as he realized the extent of his predicament. He was no longer the star of the evening. He was Santa Claus.

And somewhere across the room, the real Santa—now free of his ancient role—smiled in satisfaction, knowing he’d delivered the ultimate Christmas lesson.

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[yomi345345345]

ofc i had to draw dieter (THE robe-wearer) as santa

fanfic idea..?

[st9rnb]

ֹ ₊ @st9rnb presents.. day 1 / 12

ice skates ֹ ₊ - m.s ( hockey bf )

warnings - none !

the cool winter breeze blew by as you tied on your white ice skates, people skating around the rink, some couples, some friends, two sweet old couples.

the skate rink lit up with a christmas tree and lights coming down from it, creating a romantic atmosphere around the rink.

matt stands next to the small door of the rink, patiently waiting for you to finish making a knot of the white laces of your skates.

you look up at matt, silently asking for help, he chuckles, getting on his knees in front of you as he ties the laces.

you stand up, immediately grabbing onto matt’s arms for stability. “careful baby” matt says as you slowly let go.

you step into the rink, your blade hitting the ice, holding onto the dasher boards as you try not to fall flat on your face. matt skates next to you, holding onto your hand as you grip the dasher board, getting embarrassed from how low your ice skating abilities are in front of your literal hockey player boyfriend.

you get lost in thought suddenly snapping back to reality as matt lets go of your hand for a second. “matt!!” you squeal.

he laughs, grabbing your hand again. “babe let go of the board” “what?!” “let go i got you.”

you slowly remove your hand from the board, matt slowly skates you away from the board, turning around, skating in front of you backwards, taking both of your hands

“good?” he asks and you nod, he lets go of your hands, you stumble, falling flat on your ass, frowning, a pink tint flooding your cheeks.

matt starts laughing, pulling you back up. “that was embarrassing” he says as you hit his chest, snow starting to fall onto your hair and eyelashes. you’re definitely gonna need more skating practice.

not spell checked !

kinda short and a little boring but i was writing this and going back and fourth between tiktok too so i wasn’t really focused.

(also some of these blurbs throughout the 12 days of christmas are probably gonna be an hour early)

- brook ֹ ₊ ꒱

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@matttsangel @submattenthusiast @goingtojohnkramershouseee @emely9274 @cayleeuhithinknott @brookheartsmatt @bendettasbows @slut4chris888

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[starleska]

i have a very important ask sitting in my inbox suggesting a Christmas-themed f/o who i know will make me absolutely insane when i watch their source material...so i wanted to post my other Christmas-themed f/os 🙈💖 anyone else have any festive blorbos? 🎅❄️🎄

[adventuresofalgy]

It was Christmas Eve at last, and Algy was safe at home again!

He couldn't have been more happy, or more excited, for his assistants had given him a fluffy stocking to hang up, in the hope that Father Christmas might visit while he slept, and his magic pumpkin, which was beginning to look quite shrivelled, had turned into a beautiful pumpkin candle once more.

Algy settled down on the soft needles of a Christmas tree with his stocking hanging by his side, and did his best to go to sleep, but he found it awfully difficult… He was just too excited! So he tried reciting that most famous of all Christmas poems, written 200 years ago. He hoped that if he recited it very carefully and very slowly it might help to make him drowsy, for he knew that Santa Claus never visited folk who were wide awake:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse: The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!” As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

[Algy is of course reciting the opening verses of the early 19th century poem A Visit from St. Nicholas, which is more often called The Night Before Christmas. The poem was first published anonymously in 1823 and its author is uncertain.]

[kissingarthurclaus]

Originally they were gonna be watching Krampus (2015) but that seemed a little too mean-spirited, but I really wanted to draw my s/i showing Arthur a...different kind of Christmas movie 😂😂

Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg

@cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships @little-miss-selfships

@cupiidzbow @frozenhi-chews @limey-self-inserts @candyheartedchy @space-sweetheart @halsinkisser @clancykisser @dearheartwitcher

[pinkpuppp]

Happy holidays from Cookie! (I haven't uploaded any other pics of him oops-)

[marmarclipart]

Vector clipart set Santa Claus

Transform your Christmas projects with a Vector Clipart Set showcasing Santa Claus in 8 delightful styles!Ideal for all your Christmas design needs, this set offers instant access to high-quality vector images for various projects. Whether you’re creating Christmas cards, invitations, packaging, labels, or any festive-themed designs, Santa Claus clipart will bring magic and joy.Explore different…

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[sleepyraccoon27]

Klaus 'cause it's almost December 🗣️🗣️

I used the background I posted before, because if I got inspiration from Klaus, why not drawing Klaus too? 🦦

[i-may-be-an-emu]

how do I explain to people this is actually santa and mrs claus figuring out some stuff and trying to love each other again

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[mel-loly]

-Merry Christmas!💗✨

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