Bucky Barnes Christmas Novels & Stories

Chase said, his hand making circles through the baby's hair. "And we have so much to do, Mom, I don't want him to ruin the holidays. Chase brought two trees to decorate, one for in the house and one for in the barn. We're having our ranch Christmas celebration on the twenty-second, that's tomorrow night so we have a lot of decorating to do. I'll call and confirm the catering and plan on decorating the barn tonight and in the morning. We both have shopping to finish, then there's all the wrapping. If everyone does his or her job, Clint will be found and arrested soon. In the meantime, we continue with preparation." Lauren handed the baby to Chase who burped him while Lauren cleared the table.

“If it makes you happy, we'll have hamburgers.” Aunt Georgia winked at Nicholas. “It does.” Uncle Chris shook his head with a soft smile and then picked up his jacket. He searched his pocket for his keys, and headed out to get hamburgers for the three of them. Aunt Georgia watched him go with a smile before turning to Nicholas.”Well, want to watch some Christmas movies while we wait?” “I was actually hoping we might be able to make some Buche de Noel?” Nicholas asked hopefully. His mouth watered at the thought.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

They obliged this time without any denial. "So, as you all know Christmas is there this weekend and we haven't even started the decorations yet." I said. I expected them to stay silent as except Aunt Sasha no one else says anything usually unless asked. But What I didn't expect was for their expressions to change to fearful ones on hearing the word "decorations." And "Christmas." "But Scarlett dear, Mr. Knight doesn't like that." Aunt Sasha said in a soft voice. I looked at her with a confused expression on my face. I couldn't understand what she meant by that.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

“Come to Grandma, little man!” Rowan went willingly, waving a chubby fist like a king dismissing his subjects. We made it halfway to the barn before Cassie yelled, “I see you two! Five minutes means five minutes, not twenty!” Rhett flipped her off behind his back. I laughed so hard I had to lean on him to stay upright. **** Santa Ynez Valley – December 23, two days before Christmas “Why does the Christmas tree look like that?” Nina asked, eyes wide at the absolute chaos that was our twelve-foot noble fir Christmas tree.

~ New York City, 2002~ It was Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year! New York City's streets were decked out with stunning lights and plants. Stephanie stood in front of the Rockefeller Center plaza, marveling at the gorgeous Christmas tree. Thousands of light bulbs were used to ornament the tree, which was capped with a new Swarovski star. Stephanie's wavy black hair flowed loosely on her shoulders as she gazed up and stared at the star with a big smile on her face.

This seemed to work for Fox as she stopped protesting, instead walking over to the crude coffee maker and brewing a cup. The smell of tobacco brought me back home for a moment, a memory of my childhood. Mother and father sitting by our marble fireplace. A glass of red wine in mothers hand and father’s tobacco pipe in his. I played at their feet with cotton dolls, basking in the warmth of the fire. My heart hurt. I snapped out of my self pity and tore into the box, inside were some very… interesting outfits. My mouth fell open at the site. I was so shocked that I didn’t notice Vixen peering over my shoulder, “looks like you’ve been picked out to be the babydoll type, figures.” She scoffed.

It's just his champion trophy standing high enough to blind them all, and he's about to make it shinier. "Hey K! My favorite out of all my favorites! How long has it been? I see you left the authorities some shock when they found out that you're alive, how's avoiding the polices? Any tripping or almost getting caught?" Mr. Christmas let out his usual annoying Santa Claus laugh while rubbing the bottom of his paunch. "Highly enjoyable, Christmas, you should try doing it sometimes." He sarcastically replied to the bald man that even made him laugh more. "You are so funny, K! You know how Invisible I am! No one could ever drag me down unless they hide all the twinkies and breads in the world in