An Accidental Christmas Film Novels & Stories

Anna fully well understood why they were running after her, but then they should cut her some slack; whatever happened these past few days isn’t her fault, so they have no reason to chase her like she stole their Christmas presents. Speaking of Christmas, Anna cringed when she remembered her childhood, those pathetic days when she would sit under the Christmas tree, waiting and hoping that Santa will bring her presents. The most amusing thing that happened to Anna was that she did see Santa; just that it wasn’t the old man with a long white beard. The Santa that brought gifts to Anna happened to be her father Ford Smith, and she found him dead on their porch that night. Shaking her head to g

“Would you like to know a Christmas secret? Would you be able to keep it?” Liam gave an enthusiastic nod as he leaned closer to Nicholas. “I can keep a secret! I promise!” “I’m actually Santa’s son. I came here from the North Pole last night. There was an emergency with one of Santa’s sleighs. It looks like it’ll be too foggy on Christmas Eve for Santa to be able to fly his sleigh through the night...” Nicholas brought a hand to his chin, as he ran his fingers through his faux beard. “Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?”

Was it ridiculous for her to start thinking she might actually be a part of their family someday? Sending a text back to him thanking him for the pictures, wishing him the best time ever, and reminding him not to run with scissors, she set her phone aside and tried to concentrate on the movie. It was the story of a woman trying to check everything off of her Christmas to-do list before Christmas Eve. A handsome stranger appears and soon he begins to help her celebrate the most magical Christmas she’s ever had. Could that be Melody? Would this Christmas with Reid and Michael be so special she would no longer celebrate Christmas transfixed on her loss and memories from the past?

He said as he clapped his hands, looking at his mother's face as she cleared her throat. "It was a beautiful December day" She began, "with clear blue sky and snow-covered treetops. Christmas was in the air but up in Santa’s lodge, all was quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of preparing Christmas presents had gone for Santa had fallen ill. “Oh dear, what will the children say when they don’t receive presents this year,” Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed.

Kim stepped out of the car to the feeling of warm air. She closed her eyes and inhaled the beautiful scent that accompanied their arrival. "Don't you think you are filming too much?" Adrian pointed out, coming down after her. She set her phone down and shrugged her shoulders. She had no interest in having any conversation with this man especially after his behaviour last night and so she just proceeded to meet the rest of the family where they were alighting from their cars. "Coming from someone whose sister films everyday of her life for millions of strangers to see." She muttered.

So, I had to pick the next best. As I stretched up, my fingertips grazing the edge of the box, my heart was already racing, thinking of the awkwardness of reaching for it in the first place. But just as my fingers brushed against the box, disaster struck. The entire shelf seemed to conspire against me. One by one, pads, tampons, and other assorted products came tumbling down, crashing to the floor with an absurdly loud clatter.

"I left you for two and a half minutes and you've already become a Barbie for Alice to dress." "I'm made of plastic. It's fantastic!" I shot back, earning another chuckle as he grabbed the remote to press play on "It's A Wonderful Life." Christmas was only a few days away after all, and I had been forcing Edward to watch all my favorite Christmas movies. We had already seen all the Tim Allen Santa Clause movies, as well as National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, and Christmas with the Kranks. Now we were getting deeper into some of the classics. Alice and Edward stiffened at the same time, and as the mood shifted with a sudden urgency, Jasper too stiffened. "What?" I found my voice and laid m

I stroked her wiry coat until she calmed and laid down in my lap. The rest of the car ride to Gretchen's house was quiet. When we got there, we got some snacks together and settled in on the couch, me in the middle and my two best friends on either side. Carol lay on the floor in front of me. We chose an array of Christmas movies, from the classics to some of the newer ones that seemed sure to become classics. Abigail banned me from watching White Christmas. I wasn’t mad about it. I’d watched it too many times the last time I was upset about a guy.

he asked, his hand gently brushing my hair from my face. I took a deep breath, trying to assess my state. “I’m… okay, I think. What happened?” “You slipped and hit your head,” Charlotte said. “It’s Christmas now, dear. You’ve been out for hours.” Christmas? Of course. How fitting that I’d nearly knock myself unconscious during what was supposed to be a magical moment. “Merry Christmas, Callie!” the entire room chorused, their faces lighting up with smiles. “Merry Christmas,” I replied weakly, forcing a smile in return.

Of course, knowing her, she would recover at once and start teasing him. "Are you sure? May I remind you that it's Christmas time and not April Fool's?" "Haha, very funny, Lena. But I'm not joking this time. This time, it's for real and for keeps." "Really now? What makes this one so special?" she answered with a challenging note to her tone. "You have very similar names, Roth is crazy over her scent, and she has kids." Suddenly, the line is filled with awkward silence. "V, she's human? And with her own children too?"