Beetlejuice Christmas Tree Novels & Stories

That was all she should be. She finished polishing the table and moved to the windows. Snow fell steadily around the Rossi estate, coating the olive trees outside in white. Inside, garlands wrapped around the tall stone pillars, candles flickered along the stairs, and a giant Christmas tree stood in the center of the main hall, shimmering with gold ornaments. Lucia had decorated it alone that morning. Her fingers still smelled faintly of pine. She stepped back and admired her work. For a second she allowed herself to smile.

This right here is priceless. “Hey, what are you looking at?” Killian glanced down and noticed Audrey’s eyes were glued to the large windows overlooking the backyard. He could see that light white snow was falling outside. “I’m just admiring our tree. I can’t believe it’s Christmas already,” she said. Killian looked up to see the ginormous Christmas tree they put up in the living room, right in front of the windows. It was so big and tall. It made the room smell like a forest. The tree was also heavily decorated with lights and ornaments. And on the bottom, there laid boxes after boxes of gifts.

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

Three wolves in the corner choked at the same time. Marek stepped closer. “Aveline. Listen. Please. This is a mortal holiday craft. Not a High Realm frost ritual. Do not enchant anything else.” I blinked at him slowly. “Define enchant.” “No magic.” “Define no.” Lucian groaned. “We are doomed.” The giant Christmas tree stood in a corner, still wrapped in twine. It reached almost to the ceiling. A towering dark green mountain of pine needles and potential. Wolves gathered around it, eager to decorate.

_HOME_. “First Christmas, 7,” Adrian said. To her. Picking her up. “You ready for chaos.” February kicked. Agreement. _Thump._ *7:44 AM. [SFX: PAPER. THEN SCREAMING. THEN LOVE.]* Living room. Not court. Not 3:01 PM. Tree. Huge. Real. Susan dragged it in December 1st. “Because fake trees are for before.” Presents. Mountain. From us. From Susan. From Margaret. From Levinson. From Cho. From Dr. Ellis. From Lily. From everyone who’s 7 now.

Lifting his hand from my eyes, I open them and see the most glorious sight. "Oh my gosh Austin. I love it!" I scream jumping up and down taking in the giant Christmas tree before me. It's the biggest tree I have ever seen, littered with silver and gold bulbs, ornaments and white blinking lights. There are at least one hundred presents under the enormous thing and beside them is the best gift I have ever received. "Mommy, mommy, you see it?" Mason says jumping up and down, pointing up as if I hadn't noticed the fifteen foot tree in front of me.

He lay out invitingly on a wolfskin rug, looking at me forlornly. “I'm cold-” “Don't even start, kid.” “I am not a child,” he said, petulant. “You act like one, Corpseboy.” Hurt marred his face. I swallowed my guilt and looked away: Puck's haphazardly strung Christmas lights formed a rainbow web in the rafters, and a charred hemlock , hung with beer, stood in for the holiday tree. “God, what is this?” I muttered, sneezing at the musty upholstery. Elephant tusks hung on the wall, mounted beside a unicorn horn and what I imagined was a dragon's jaw.

Christmas is in full swing at the Hale-Cooper and Fitzgerald-James apartment. Like it looks like Santa and his 12 reindeer threw up in our apartment. There are decorations everywhere. Not that I expected anything less from Josie. I mean she makes ‘Winter Wonderland’ her bitch. The tree is real for god sake. Real. Like pine and woody smelling. It fills the apartment day in and out. Oh and if that isn’t enough there is about 16 Christmas soy scented candles in our apartment. There’s bound to be 2 burning at all times in every room.

Dan said, when they got back home and then left. “You didn’t have to drag him out of the hospital just to get me a Christmas tree, although I’m very grateful,” Becca told Sandra as they sat in her living room, eating the takeout that they had gotten on their way back. “I know, but he wasn’t at the hospital. He went to see a friend or something. You can consider the tree as one of my Christmas gifts to you, okay? I just can’t imagine celebrating Christmas without a tree. It would feel so boring.”

"Do you want to make a wish under the tree?" I raised an eyebrow at her mischievous grin. “Are you seven?” Addy laughed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Come on, Mia! It's Christmas Eve. Let's make a wish just for fun." I couldn’t help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. "Fine, let's do it." We made our way through the crowd towards the towering Christmas tree, its colorful lights illuminating the night sky. Standing beneath its branches, surrounded by other cheerful visitors, I closed my eyes and silently made a wish in my heart.