A Christmas Story 1983 Novels & Stories

Just like that, I told him everything that was happening, excluding my one-night stand story. As predicted, he was furious. Just like Emily, he has never liked Josh for me. The call ended, but not without me letting him know not to let anyone know what happened. I quickly had my bath and changed into something more comfortable. Today is Christmas, and I will have a fun-filled evening. It dawned on me that I did not see any Christmas trees hanging around anywhere. Nothing feels like the season around here. Everywhere is quiet. I might as well shop for a Christmas tree with my best friend and light up the house.

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites

A tiny artificial tree glowed softly in a corner of the living room, lights blinking lazily. Perry was babbling too fast about a Christmas movie marathon he wanted to throw. Bryan interrupted him to make the case for what counts as a “real” Christmas movie. Tyler corrected them both without looking up. Peter listened. No, not passively. Not politely. Actively. Wait,” he said at one point, raising his finger. “Go back. You’re omitting the part where everything broke down.” Perry’s eyes lit up. He backtracked eagerly.

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

“Like what? Having you fix my door knob or set up my Christmas tree?” “Oh, I don’t know. Picking my son up from school, going Christmas tree hunting with us, helping us decorate our tree. Shall I go on?” “All of that was fun,” she said shrugging. “So was fixing your door knob and setting up your Christmas tree,” he said raising his eyebrows and taking a sip of his steaming coffee. “Well, at any rate, thank you,” she said dismissively. “You’re welcome,” he replied, setting his mug down. “And by the way, I’m not sure if Michael mentioned this to you, but Santa Claus is going to be at the library tomorrow.”

There would soon be presents and cookies. There was every reason to be happy and content. But, all she could think about was Nathan. So, she sat on the floor in front of the fire and drank rum. It was her annual place to sit on Christmas Eve. Holly and Mark had already watched the old Claymation version of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Now they would exchange books as was their tradition.

“If it makes you happy, we'll have hamburgers.” Aunt Georgia winked at Nicholas. “It does.” Uncle Chris shook his head with a soft smile and then picked up his jacket. He searched his pocket for his keys, and headed out to get hamburgers for the three of them. Aunt Georgia watched him go with a smile before turning to Nicholas.”Well, want to watch some Christmas movies while we wait?” “I was actually hoping we might be able to make some Buche de Noel?” Nicholas asked hopefully. His mouth watered at the thought.

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

They were happier than they'd ever been, and it was still enough to take her breath away sometimes. "C'mon, let's run upstairs and change so we can get this over with," Liam held his hand out to her and she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up through her. She'd never seen him so eager to take a picture in his life. An hour later, they were all on the couches in the living room, popcorn and various cookies strewn between them, watching A Christmas Story. They guys were in comfortable clothes but the girls were staying strong in their pajamas.