Bob And Doug Mckenzie The Twelve Days Of Christmas Novels & Stories

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

I reckoned it was another neighbor, bringing me some fucked-up Christmas gift as if there were actually any Christmas celebrations happening in my life. "Yes," I forcefully pulled the door open, sharp and demanding. To my surprise, it wasn't any neighbors of mine but a delivery man. "You have a package, madam," he informed, stretching out a big white box designed with a green and red ribbon. "From whom?" I furrowed one eyebrow, taking the box. "It's anonymous, ma'am." He handed over the signing book, and I penned down my name and signature immediately amidst confusion. "Have a nice day, Merry Christmas!" The delivery man, who was dressed in a Santa outfit, bid his farewell and walked back to

• Sloane Rivers • “I’m already at the airport, sir. I just landed,” I said quietly, running a hand through my hair as I exhaled. It was cold as fuck. “Good. We’ll see you in two days. Enjoy the break,” Mr. Anderson replied before ending the call. I slipped my phone into my pocket, a sigh escaping me as I glanced around the terminal where people walked in and out. After a long year of working my ass off—long days in court, longer nights reviewing briefs, a relationship I’d known from the start had no future, and of competing for a Partner position—I had planned to spend Christmas with my mother. I needed it. She needed me.

Simple, but it filled me with a sense of peace I had never known. We had a golden retriever named Monet. He loved to chase butterflies in the garden or nap at our feet, snoring softly. This was the life I had always wanted, a life of pure and simple love. No betrayal, no scheming, no blood. Just two people in love, peacefully spending their days together.

Marco cleared his throat, returning to his usual ranch-owner posture. "Right. I… need to check on the men in the hall." He looked at me one last time, his blue eyes deep and promising. "Enjoy the cookie, Alice." And he was gone, leaving me with floury hands, a pounding heart, and the sweet taste of ginger and possibility in my mouth. I went back to shaping the bread rolls, my smile impossible to contain. And I realized, as I looked through the kitchen window at the mountains in the distance covered in morning mist, that this would be the first Christmas feast in a very, very long time that I was genuinely looking forward to.

Bryan has been able to secure not one, but two new accounts with his ideas for their products packaging. River has been able to reduce the design heads hours by half telling her that she really needs a rest and enjoy her family. She hopes that if she enjoys her down time, she will retire sooner. She has also met Bingo, McKenzie’s old witch friend. He is a character, he tried to cast a spell on McKenzie as soon as they met. But it didn’t work as he is now River’s mate. Her blood travels in his veins just like his in hers. Which was a pleasant surprise to both of them. If a little puzzling to Bingo.

It was two days before Christmas, and Bobbi and Margo were talking at the sewing factory. Margo had decided to tell Bobbi that she was seeing Bruce. Bobbi was taken aback at first. Margo knew the girlfriend code; you don’t fool around with your friend’s ex.

Snow fell in slow, lazy flakes over Manhattan, softening the noise of the city as if the world was preparing itself for something sinful. Julie Meg pressed her gloved hands against her cheeks, exhaling into the cold air as she stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor of Bush Enterprises. Christmas trees lined the hallway, twinkling with gold lights, but none of it distracted her from the knot in her stomach. Today was the company’s Christmas retreat. And she would be snowed in for two nights…With her boss. Colvin Bush.

Brayan asks, his big round eyes widening as he pleads, and there’s no way I’m saying no to that. “Fine,” I tell him. This is the last of the Christmas decor anyway, so he can get to put it up. I hand him the flower, pick him up to give him some added height, and I direct him to hang the mistletoe over the door knocker. “WOW! It’s so nice and pretty. This is where kisses happen right?” Brayan asks innocently, and I nod. He turns to face me, malice glinting in his baby eyes, and already knowing that he’s about to ask when I’ll kiss a girl here, I attack him with a ton of kisses. Since he’s in my arms, there’s really nothing else for him to do other than twist in my grasp.

“Me, too. From now on, I’m your Christmas Memory.” Dak grinned, his eyes dancing in the reflected gleam from the Christmas lights, and Memory lost herself in his kiss, certain they’d be together for all the Christmases yet to come.