A Christmas Carol Novel Novels & Stories

The night before Christmas, my husband makes it official with his 49th mistress. "Love of my life, @TiffanyVale." "Love of my life, @RomanBlackwell." Then he turns to me and tries to smooth it over. "She lost a dare. Don't take it to heart." Everyone laughs at me, but I don't make a scene. What they don't know is that I have a deal with the System. Every time Roman cheats, a year of his life transfers to me. By now, his 80 years are down to just one. All I have to do is make it past New Year's, and he drops dead of natural causes. Then I can take our three children and inherit the Blackwell family's trillion-dollar fortune.

This was immediately forwarded to Maple Grove, reaching there just as the family were rising from the breakfast-table. “Oh, isn’t it beautiful—splendid—magnificent!” were Carrie’s exclamations, while she praised Mrs. Graham’s generosity, secretly wondering if “Durward did not have something to do with it.” On this point she was soon set right, for the young man himself erelong appeared, and after bidding them all a “Merry Christmas,” presented Anna with a package which, on being opened, proved to be a large and complete copy of Shakspeare, elegantly bound, and bearing upon its heavy golden clasp the words “Anna Livingstone, from Durward,”

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My

But after a century or so of living in the Village, Cornelius Cane had grown immune to the cold and the various forms of solid water the clouds heaved down upon them. As he crunched along the well-decorated cobblestone street that led to his home, his mind only vaguely noticed the impeccably hung twinkling white lights that decorated each of the cottages, shop fronts, and various other buildings, their iridescence broken up only by the velvet bows and greenery interspersed every few feet. Here, Christmas decorations were not seasonal; they were part of everyday life, and while he did occasionally stop to marvel at their splendor, particularly when they had recently been changed out, after a

He was more than angry. He entered. The cave was bright as Rit on New Year's Eve. Once, long ago, he went to Rit to buy supplies. The city was lit, every corner of the city was bright. He got lost; he wandered for hours, until he found the shop. The shop was bright as the town. The bear needed a few moments to adjust to the lights. “What do you want?” the shopkeeper said. “We have everything.” “Only the basics,” the bear said, “a few things.”

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

As a city girl, born and bred, she'd thrived on every bit of it, even the dirt from the particles in the air that settled on everything. Why did she suddenly long for the scent of mountain cedar, honeysuckle and horseflesh? Enough. Focus on something else. But as she waited for a free taxi to pull to the curb, she realized the other key element of the atmosphere--the sickening abundance of Christmas decorations. Artificial boughs of greenery wound around streetlights, decorated with red bows. The Salvation Army, with its members dressed in their signature Santa suits, rang bells and cried "Merry Christmas." Merry Christmas, shit. Bah humbug was more like it.

"I'm so sorry, my love. That was thoughtless of me." He pulled me into his arms and kissed my cheek. "It's been a while since I've wanted to celebrate anything, Sugar. But you've given me the greatest reason to celebrate. I promise, I will make an effort for our kids." *** We arrived at the Barrington Mansion on a chilly Christmas morning. The air was crisp and the ground was blanketed in a layer of glistening snow. Snowflakes gently fell from the sky, creating a serene and picturesque scene. The mansion itself was adorned with a dusting of snow, adding to its grandeur. As we entered the well-lit house, the warmth immediately enveloped us, banishing the cold from our bodies. The once haunted

But for him personally, Eric didn't care as long as they cleared the roads and his power remained. He grimaced at the thought of Carina calling him a Scrooge (Ebenezer Scrooge is the main character in Charles Dickens' novel A Christmas Carol, he's a cold, swindler and greedy man who hates Christmas and hates Christmas. and everything that makes other people happy). She drove him crazy with her love of festivals, redecorating the house, insisting on a real tree, even baking Christmas cakes, which seemed to look better than they tasted. their real. When he told her the truth, she threw cookies at him. At least the hound had cleared the crumbs.

Closing the door, I inspected the letter, still wary of everything. Only when I considered the letter safe did I tear it open? I almost forgot it’s the Christmas season if not for this: the caroling. In Norway, it’s part of the Christmas traditions to keep the whole neighborhood merry and joyous. I remember it was also the Christmas season when we moved in here.