12 Days After Christmas Lyrics Novels & Stories

2 Weeks Later Laila sat curled into the corner of her sofa, a soft cream-colored throw blanket draped across her lap as Laya leaned heavily against her side. The Christmas lights she hadn’t quite found the heart to take down yet glowed softly around the living room, casting warm gold and red reflections across the walls. The tree was gone, the ornaments packed away, but the lights remained—small reminders of a season that had changed more than just the calendar. Her phone, propped up against a candle on the coffee table, rang, vibrating slightly against the wood.

Averys POV * * * * * * * * ”Jingle bells Jingle bells Jingle all the way-” I was skipping down the stairs and on my way to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate while singing Christmas tunes, as much I knew anyway. It's December 23rd and Christmas Day is tomorrow. If there is any time of the year that all my problems magically disappear, it's around Christmas. The only emotions allow inside the doors are happiness, relief, gratitude, and love. All other problems, issues, frustration, and disputes will have to wait until the 25th.

Just… miss talking to you. I stared at the message so long the screen went dark. Tomorrow? Christmas… Only then did it hit me that today was December 24th. Tomorrow was indeed Christmas. I hadn’t even registered it. Not even the strings of lights blinking in every goddamn window I’d driven past. I’d been so deep in the wreckage of my life that the entire holiday had slipped by like background noise. I looked up. And the street was suddenly alive with it. Christmas lights draped across lampposts in looping with Inflatable Santas waving from front yards. A group of kids running down the sidewalk in puffy coats, laughing, dragging a sled behind them and a man in a Santa hat handing out candy ca

She hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

By the time they reached the last house, even the most optimistic of the group, such as Cindy and Pastor Phil, looked relieved to be nearly done, thoughts of warming their feet by the fire dancing in their eyes. “Let’s sing, ‘O, Christmas Tree,’” Cindy said, forcing a smile. “This will be our last song.” “You singing?” Dak asked, close to her ear. “No.” “Come on, Mem. Last chance.” “I... can’t.” “You can. You choose not to.”

- December 23, 5:30pm ‘Christmas is finally here. A time to spend with your loved ones and to rejoice in the birth of Jesus. I believe all of you are going to be at home and saying bye to your workplace for a few days. And five of you who I chose will be getting a tiny Christmas present by tomorrow night in time for Santa. Let this Christmas be a forgiveness of the past, courage for the present and hope for the future. Wishing you all a very joyful Christmas.’ Key.

I watched the snowflakes drift down from the ever-darkening sky. The pack house was filled with people laughing and talking happily along with cheery holiday-themed music. It was a nice ambiance. So nice, I didn’t want to ruin it with my melancholy. The truth was, Christmas was one of the harder holidays for me. It didn’t matter how many years passed, all I thought about was Dad and how much I missed him. Hugging my knees to my chest, I rested my chin on them as I continued to watch the snow. The room was almost completely dark when the door behind me opened.

his lips stretched in a one sided smile as his head dipped for a few seconds before looking back up at me. “Fehintii, just drop it okay.” He said softly. “You have a lot of things to worry about,” “You just focus on pulling crowd to the event,” “We have about twenty days left, I’m hoping for a Christmas’s miracle,” he said and I nodded slowly. “Ofcourse! A Christmas Miracle” I muttered under my breath.

I sank onto the sofa, a persistent tightness in my chest that I couldn't shake. Just then, I got a message from Darrel, inviting me to get away for a bit. I agreed immediately, deciding on the spot to go to his heavily secured private estate on Long Island. Rolling green hills and blue water, a world away from all the darkness. That afternoon, I painted in the estate's quiet gardens, an exquisite tea service laid out beside me. As I painted and ate, I was so at peace that Soren never even crossed my mind. That evening, just as a flicker of sadness threatened to surface, Darrel mentioned a private concert being held on the grounds.

On a night long ago, in a manger far away, God delivered a promise we still cling to this day Through a sky filled with stars, the angels did sing And on a clear Christmas Eve, the melody still rings. Hear the song in the falling snow, In your heart, feel a love that grows With each flake that falls from above Hear God’s promise of eternal love Wrapped in warmth each cool December night We bask in the love of our family’s light. Bells are ringing, laughing children play, And in each chorus you’ll hear Him say,