Bratayley Christmas Mga Nobela at Kwento

He'd been meticulous, checking every tag. "You didn't peek, did you?" I asked, settling onto the couch. "No! Santa said peeking means no presents next year!" "Smart man, that Santa," Braham murmured, sitting beside me. The next hour was chaos in the best way. Leo tore through his presents with the enthusiasm of a small tornado—dragon toys, art supplies, books, the elaborate castle set Braham had spent three hours assembling on Christmas Eve while Leo slept. "This is the BEST Christmas EVER!" Leo announced, already building his castle.

‘You are lucky I am chosen as one of the staff for the event, I will be staying at the local rooms’ she said. Brad was quiet all along, he had a school play in two days and instead of his mom to keep training him at home…she decided to go on a Christmas vacation. He frowned his face and folded his arms angrily while staring down, he didn’t want to talk to anyone. Soon, there was a knock on the door and Kimberly pulled the door open to find Noah standing there in casual clothes…it was rare to see a doctor dressed casually. ‘Who is ready to have fun?’ Noah asked expecting to see a reaction from Brad but instead, he deepened his frown ‘Worst Christmas ever’ he thought.

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?”

When I was a little girl, I used to absolutely hate the day after Christmas. It seemed like the worst day of the year. All of the magic was gone, and we would have to wait a whole 365 days until it was Christmas again. The older I got, the less exciting Christmas became, and it didn’t really bother me that much anymore. It was just another day. However, the day after Christmas was hard for Brice since this had been the first year he’d actually gotten any presents or gotten to celebrate. He was mopey all day, even when Raven heated up the leftovers from the day before and set them out for us.

One of the women with brown hair in a high bun decorated with mistletoe nodded. "Drew, you need to call all our kids. They must greet such sweet guests and invite them to play by the Christmas tree. After all, today is Christmas Eve, a time for love, fun, and feasting." the other one, with her black hair in a braid, straightened up and exposed her tattooed neck and cleavage in a tight red latex dress.

She leaned in and gave Hawk a light kiss on his big cheek. The Christmas service was touching. Ray was impressed by the Christmas play. He didn’t know the children in the church were so talented. Next, was dinner in the parish hall where Santa Clause also was, waiting to take the children’s Christmas lists. Dax and Tom were too old for that now. Sometimes, Ray missed those days – when the boys were little. There were at least five pictures of the boys with Santa Clause in the albums at home.

The coat she was putting on was not enough to protect her from the cold. Winter on Christmas morning was always extreme and it's the joy of Christmas but she found no joy today. She felt out of place and was beginning to get teary. She and her brother were supposed to be singing Christmas hymns and dancing like they always do every Christmas morning. Hot tears filled her eyes and she let them flow. Alex can be strong when she wants to but you see cry, she is good at it. Crying empties all bitterness in her soul and afterward, fills her with strength.

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

Andrew has a family now and they want to raise their child in their home. Nate still refuses to make peace with Shawn and I pray he doesn't make a scene at lunch tomorrow. Tay kisses my bare shoulder and I turn to look at him. "Merry Christmas eve," he says with a morning voice and pecks my lips. "Merry Christmas eve" he nuzzles his head in my neck and wraps his arm around me. "What are we doing today?"I ask and play with his hair. It's raining outside. "Put the Christmas tree up and open gifts and eat a lot," he says and I gasp.

Blair's POV Never in a million years did I think I would spend my Christmas Eve and my Christmas taking care of someone. I couldn't spend my Christmas with everyone, but today was Boxing Day. Everyone was downstairs opening their gifts, while I on the other hand was praying for Ace to open his eyes. I threw away the water I used in cleaning his body and when I got back to the room, I saw Ace was struggling to open his eyes. I hurriedly ran downstairs and called Noah to my room.