Bible Themed Trunk Or Treat Novels & Stories

I stood in the doorway, hands on my belly, making sure everything was perfect. The gift section looked beautiful, with piles of boxes wrapped in gold and silver paper, and a Harry Potter themed trunk made just for the cash envelopes and gift cards. We’d even painted their initials, M & K, on the front. The treat table was straight out of a sugar dream just as described as The Three Broomsticks Inn in the HP books. From personalized cupcakes, cake pops, Rice Krispie treats, cookies, and candy jars, all lined up next to the faux butter beer drink station. Sandwich boxes were stacked neatly on another table for those who couldn’t stay long. Everything shimmered with gold and black accents... si

She slipped out the back door and sneaked around the house, without a stitch of clothing on under the coat. When the coast was clear, Gabby rang the front doorbell. When Dan answered, Gabby threw open the coat and shouted "Trick or Treat!" Dan enjoyed the trick so much, he turned the porch light off early so he and Gabby could retire to the upstairs bedroom so he could enjoy his treat.

Kiara After offering Santa his fill of my milk and cookies, we settle down to watch "Home Alone" and "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." As the night deepens, we change into some warm clothes. Then, Trey prepares hot chocolate, filling thermoses for our Christmas lights adventure. Excitement courses through me as we drive through the illuminated streets, the colorful displays creating a magical atmosphere. As we pull up to the Botanical Garden, I find myself practically bouncing with anticipation.

Its back slowly opened and a cascade of helium balloons in shades of 'pink, sky blue, gold, and pearl white' rose into the air. Gasps echoed. Mouths fell open. Inside the truck, shelves displayed lavish gifts—a beautiful Barbie Dreamhouse Castle, rows of Transformers action figures and battle helmets for the boys, three mini electric cars in pink, red, and navy blue, perfectly sized for them. There were also plush animals as big as a couch, miniature aircraft model kits, easels with watercolor palettes, personalized storybooks with gilded spines, and art supplies bundled with ribbons. Then a banner read ‘With love, from Daddy!'.

After Thanksgiving, it was open season in Greer’s house for decorating and everything Christmas. “Let’s make it Friday,” I said. “I brought gifts with me for the kids, but I’d like to get a few more. Also, we can do things like sing Christmas carols, drink hot chocolate … the works!” “Okay. This is getting a bit too much for me,” Brett said, getting up to get himself another glass of iced tea. “Gifts? Yes. Caroling? No.” I smiled. “What’s the matter, Brett?” I teased. “Too much music for you?”

“What’s wonderful about children is that even when they mess up their lines, they’re still cute. So it’s hard to destroy a play that they are in. Anyway, for the past five years, my brother Trevor has been writing the Christmas plays. Usually, he comes into town to watch them but he won’t be able to attend tonight. He has to help make up for the chores he didn’t get to do yesterday.” “What is this play about?” “It’s called The Path to Christmas, and it’s about six children who are traveling through a forest. As long as they stay on the path, they will reach their destination, but if they let one of the Temptations lure them off the path, then they will miss out on the true meaning of Christm

We put out pumpkins and ghost decorations for Halloween, and cornucopias and turkeys for Thanksgiving, and in turn, they close their shops early and keep a quieter pace during the Somber Howl and stay up all night, telling stories of ancestors from long-ago during the Winter Solstice. “Then you can carry them to bed later.” I say with a chuckle as I put my head back down on my forearms that are still resting on my desk. Zella reaches over and begins running her fingers through my brown, curly, mess of hair. “So what happens next?” She asks. I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level.

“Time for a little story. No pressure, but this one’s important. Gotta have that legacy.” Nik blinked slowly at the pages, completely quiet. He watched intently as I read, voice hushed and monotone. It was a simple book, designed for early readers, full of art in primary colors and a watered-down retelling. The battle for the temple, the miracle of the oil, and the general message of standing up for what’s right. Nik probably didn’t understand any of it yet. He was probably just entranced by the scarlet robe on Judah Maccabee, or the golden gleam of the lamp. But I believed it didn’t matter.

While it was our first as a family and leaders of Madonie, it was a quickly pulled-together event. This year I have from today through Epiphany on January 6th planned out. I know, shocker! I have a month of events all planned and budgeted. Though I don’t think it should be a surprise. This is a holiday! These are parties. And no one, I repeat, NO ONE throws a better party than me. I even have Katrina and her coven onboard for a midnight broomstick ride for Lady Befana. I know witches don’t ACTUALLY ride broomsticks. But Katrina assured me the coven has the magic to make it happen, so long as I’m not offended that they will do this in all three packs. It’s only fair that all three packs get t

Richard said as he looked at me and back at the fire, sucking on his pipe. “Are you ready?” Ben sat on the sofa beside me, and the cushions threatened to swallow us both into its comfort. Was I ready? Ready for what? He reached to pick up the King James Bible. Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls.