Christian Christmas Poems Novels & Stories

~~~ A/N Heartfelt Christmas wishes to all of you and your beautiful families. May the Lord grant your wishes and let this Christmas be filled with love, pure happiness, and many more blessings. May He grant you health, bring solutions to your problems, and shine His mercy upon each and every one of you. I love you all so much. Merry Christmas!

Kaleb Brantley hated December and everything that had to do with it. The days were too short, making the nights seem as long as forever. It was colder than hell and dark… But, most of all, there was the incessant Christmas badgering. Lights, trees, carols, and an ever-increasing barrage of commercials urging you to shop, spend, buy. And every reminder of the holiday season ate at the edges of his soul and heart like drops of acid.

Sofia said then looked at her friend with her eyes already watering. Audriana took a look at her and looked back to the road then gave her knee a comforting squeeze. “He proved over and over again he will remain GOD and not leave us,” “Whether we are in our darkest moment or in our happiest moments,” Sofia cleaned the tear that slipped from her eyes. “He is always there,” Audriana said sniffing a bit. “That is why we need to be grateful to him and celebrate his goodness in our lives” “He is the reason for this season. If it weren't for the birth of JESUS, we wouldn't be celebrating Christmas” Audriana pointed out.

Alex stepped out of her apartment with a red scarf around her neck. The breeze blew past her face and she stood for a while before moving. It was Christmas and the winter air was at its peak. It's not a new thing. Winter on Christmas can freeze you to death. The street was so Christmastic, every corner was decorated with Christmas lights. And children singing voices were heard. Typical Christmas in Greywave, it's always like this every year. GreyWave and her people don't joke with Christmas because they believe so much that the Savior of the world was born during that period which is absolutely the truth to the Christian Brethren.

She hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

The guests keep coming and bringing some memories for this date. We do not exchange gifts at Christmas, only on January 6 , Day of Kings where Melquior, Gaspar and Baltazar , the wise men, bring gifts to everyone just as they did with the baby Jesus. I remember well that I wrote my letter to them asking for the gifts I would like to receive on the morning of January 6.

I Made A Deal With The Devil . Chapter 54: adjusting to the pattern . Akio loves Christmas. It’s his favorite time of the year. It always has been. He loves the colorful lights strung up on houses and trees. He loves the festive and bright decor: poinsettias, holly, and wreaths adorned with pinecones and big, red bows; Christmas trees dressed up with candy canes, glistening ornaments, and shiny ribbons; fireplace mantels garnished with stockings, majestic garlands, and a plate of cookies for Santa, of course.

—*ALISON*— Tomorrow is Christmas, and the city is alive. Christmas trees blink in every window. Lights stretch from rooftops and coil around lampposts—red, green, and gold—spilling their glow across the snow-covered streets. Somewhere nearby, jingle bells ring out, maybe from a speaker, or maybe from a real sleigh for a church event—I’m not sure. The snow lies thick and fresh in some places, untouched, while in others it’s trampled by people hurrying home with armfuls of wrapped presents.

I stared at the twinkling lights on our Christmas tree, the ornaments swaying gently from the draft sneaking through the old farmhouse windows. Snow blanketed the fields outside, turning the world into a silent white wonderland, but inside, the air felt heavy, charged with something I couldn't name.

Roth has heard a lot of jokes like this from him over the years, enough to be entertained instead of being insulted. Do you want me to remind you of how finding a mate works, V? Or should I just give you a mental recording with the right amount of sarcasm? "Well, bah humbug to you too, Roth. I just can't believe this is the 32nd Christmas that we won't be having anyone celebrating the holidays. I was hoping you've already made up your mind by now." When I find her scent, you will be the first to know. Meanwhile, it's bah humbug to you too, Vince. So, are you going to continue working as you usually do, or go home and rest, which I know you dislike at this time of year?