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I made both Knox and I a cup before settling on a stool next to Olivia. "Merry Christmas." She chirped grinning widely at me and her brother. Out of all of us she looked the most excited to be up this early. "Merry Christmas." I smiled back, her mood a little contagious. "Where's my 'Merry Christmas'?" Jackson asked from the other side of me. With one hand I reached over and smacked the back of his head. "That's not Christmas-y at all. Mom! Aubrey smacked me." "You probably deserved it." She said not even turning around. I stuck my tongue out childishly.

I spread her legs apart, and claimed her pussy inch by inch. "I want more, Carlos!" I slammed into her, giving her one thrust after another, and right when she came, I did too. Maria came up panting. "Merry Christmas, Darling!" I chuckled and then claimed her mouth. The next morning, Maria got up early to help Madre make Christmas breakfast. The dining room table was covered in pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, gravy, biscuits, and muffins. Marco joined us as well. After we ate, we settled in the Family room, to open gifts. Madre passed out the gifts. She always enjoyed playing Santa. We took turns opening gifts from "Santa". Madre still put " from Santa" on all the gifts she

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

I would give my all to trade places with him, to have a shot of that eternity with her. While looking at Sinclair, memories of the past all played in my mind like a CD. It was Cassandra wearing a Santa Claus’ costume early in the morning, mischief was dancing in her eyes, as she greeted me a loud ‘Merry Christmas’. Before that, she filled the house with Christmas tree, with glittering lights, gifts, and who could forget about the socks she hung all over the living room? All the socks had handwritten letters in them for me and Nick about the reasons why she loved us. And then she read them in front of us while blushing.

she answered. “Why would you have to work on Christmas day?“ He asked. “Because it's urgent and if I don't go on this journey, I would lose important information on the story I am working on,“ she explained. “What is this story that you are working on?“ "Is this an interrogatory dinner?“ She asked him, slamming her fork down by her plate. “Calm down everyone," Calvin interjected. 'It's Christmas Eve and we are supposed to be enjoying this meal as a family,” he muttered.

" Chirps the cashier, clad in a Santa Elf costume. Katie, Arielle, and I exit the upscale retail shop, carrying fancy plastic bags thickened with purchased merchandise. Huxley and a dozen undercover Molotov Mafia members trailing closely behind us. It's the holiday season and two days prior to Christmas. The shops are brilliantly illuminated and enhanced with Holiday ornaments. Mini Christmas trees embellish each corner of the pedestrian walkways. The streets are flooded by festive holiday shoppers, ecstatically piling in and out of stores. The absence of snow which I was adjusted to back in America, was the only detail missing from the exuberant setting "Miss Katherine, we should be returni

Maria CHRISTMAS NIGHT It's only eight thirty on Christmas night, and all day I haven't been in the mood for presents or holiday cheer. I finally give up and go upstairs to sit by my bedroom window. I don't have the energy or desire to do more than watch the snowflakes fall gently to the ground below. I glance over at the closed door and feel a little guilty for not being downstairs. But I can't imagine Dad is too eager to keep celebrating either. The last time I saw him he was sitting in the kitchen listening to a true crime podcast.

I quickly went to care for Juni. I finally felt a sense of relief as I watched Juni's temperature gradually come down. When I glanced at my phone, it was already 11:30 pm. Exhausted from the night's events, I decided to head to the hospital's convenience store to grab a quick snack. However, I stumbled upon something shocking as I walked downstairs. Christian, who was supposed to be working late, was here. And in his arms was none other than his new assistant, Peyton Sullivan! "Mr. Clark, it's all my fault. I twisted my ankle when I got out of the car, and now, I can't spend Christmas with you properly."

However, I must admit this one display caught my eye for a very different reason. I take in the white-lighted reindeer dangling from a lighted tree containing what is left of Santa’s sleigh. A trail of red lights falls from the reindeer’s head and pools in freshly fallen snow. I have never seen a Christmas massacre and I doubt I ever will again. It is marvelous. I laugh because I honestly can't help myself. For once, humanity surprised me. I say out loud, “God, I'd love to meet the person behind this.” A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?”

A week later, Christmas Eve arrived. Brindley was lit up with colorful lights so vibrant that even neon lights paled in comparison. The streets were buzzing with Christmas songs, and horse-drawn carriages passed through the main roads. A Santa Claus was sitting in it, giving out Christmas presents to every child they drove by. Needless to say, anyone could take a ride in the carriages for a price. Xavier paid three thousand dollars to let Ash and Lynn do just that. The white steeds galloped, their iron horseshoes striking the pavement with a clean, crisp sound. Colorful lights wrapped around the pumpkin-shaped carriage glistened nonstop.