Barbie: A Perfect Christmas Movie Novels & Stories

"Are you going to wear it?" "Maybe later." I tossed the hat onto a nearby empty chair. "You… that dress…" She looked down, as if she'd forgotten what she was wearing. "Is it too much? Rosa helped me pick it. Said red is the color of Christmas." "It's not too much," I said, too quickly. "It's perfect." The word came out more loaded than I wanted. She blushed, a soft pink rising on her cheeks. My God. "Thank you." She looked around. "Everything is beautiful. It looks like a movie."

I pulled away after the brief kiss, and Charlotte clapped her little hands and started giggling, and I thought to myself, "Gosh, my baby is so bubbly today and looked so happy." She said happily, "Because Mommy and Daddy are love love love love....many love!" I laughed softly, and Fabian kissed her daughter and put Charlotte on his lap. "My baby has seen too many fairy tales!" he said. Why did you let her watch a Barbie movie and fairy tale, Nanny Rose? Right now, she knows what a kiss is." "Uh, sir," said the new nanny. "Sorry, she wants to see it, but Barbie Princess and the Little Mermaid is only for kids, which isn't a bad thing."

Barbie had a fast brain when it came to plotting mischief. "Works for me." "Me too," The other two agreed and paid close attention to what Barbie had to say. In low whispers, Barbie explained in detail what she had in mind while the other two chirped in agreement and they solidified their game plan. "Gosh! This is soo going to work." Jessica threw her legs up in a wiggle in excitement. "Finally I'm going crush that little brat." Vanessa exclaimed in that boss girl tone as she crushed a chip in her hand in demonstration.

Candy canes peeked out from between the needles, and a silver star crowned the very top. She smiled, hands on her hips, admiring the job they've just done. “This is so beautiful,” Melody said softly. Tara, who was kneeling on the rug with a box of ornaments beside her, scoffed lightly as she reached for another bauble. “I know, right? But honestly, I feel like it’s a little bit too much. There’s just… a lot going on.” Melody laughed, the sound light and musical, and dropped down beside her on the floor. “Girl, it’s Christmas. Nothing is too much this time of the year. Please.”

"You both did very good. Are her things here?" Barbie answered. "Yes Greg, everything we both own is here in Charlottes old room." "Did you take pictures of your dorm so I can see how it was laid out?" "Yes sir." She pulled her phone out of her hip pocket and showed me a series of pictures of a room with two twin bed's, two dressers and two desks. I smiled at her "That's a good girl, Barbie." She instantly screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. I pulled Charlotte into my arms while Barbie convulsed on the floor. "Are you looking forward to tonight?"

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

“Like, what? Barbie?” The women sniggered again and Chloe tried to keep her smile in place. She was used to this reaction. Other women didn’t understand and men just thought it was something dirty to comment on. It didn’t help that she had more than a passing resemblance to the well-loved doll and she did, in fact, sometimes dress up as Barbie. She even had a real-life pink Corvette and a pink VW Beetle to complete the illusion. “Sometimes,” she answered. “Although Elsa is more popular at the moment and of course with the new movie out, Belle, from Beauty and the Beast is a frequent request.”

She might have brought it to keep her company when I was gone. "You're on time, daddy!" She got up like a flash and stumbled with her steps on the soft mattress as she came towards me. "Barbie is about to start her first adventure." "Thank god!" I joined in her excitement. "I hope I didn't miss out on the good part." "Not yet. It's only been ten minutes and you know how the first ten minutes of a movie starts with credits and info on people and brands involved in making the movie." She's clever for her age.

The birds chirped away on the huge oak trees that provided cool shades to everyone, the pools were clean, big, and inviting. We made our way inside and Grandma Rose was seated on a queen-like chair, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her makeup and dress made her look intimidating, the interior decoration of her sitting room was nothing like the taste of an elderly woman. “Aria," she called, rising from her seat with a bright smile. I hurriedly walked past Damon and into her open arms. “Good afternoon, grandma Rose." “You look so much beautiful just like last night," she commended.

Oh wait, I do. Audrey suggested a Barbie movie, which I obviously went against. I told her that there's no way in heaven, hell and earth that I would watch a Barbie movie. Then she went on to say that not all Barbie movies are bad and then she took the remote and that's how we ended up watching Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses. "But like... why don't they wish for world peace or for a cure for aids using that magic flower?" I ask Audrey. "I mean... that magic flower does grant wishes."