Christian Christmas Poems Novels & Stories

Joyful all ye nation rise Join the triumph of the skies With angelic host proclaim Jesus our Immanuel, Hark the herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn king... The inside of the chapel is arrayed with glittering lights from the chapel alter down to the entrance of the hall. Two Christmas trees are standing at each side of the alter glowing beautifully from the various light around it. Although it is almost midnight, the presence of light at the chapels makes it seem like it isn’t. there are also many people present at the chapel and I notice the diversity in the crowd present from their choice of clothing as some are wearing their outfits signifying their various background and just like us

CHAPTER 62 Christmas Christmas - a holiday that is celebrated on December 25 in honor of the birth of Jesus Christ or the period of time that comes before and after this holiday 62 The entire breakfast was quiet and awkward. Nick was sitting down right next to me as we sit down right across mom and Cameron while dad was on Nick's left and Ingrid was on my right. We were all eating very silently. Dad didn't say anything about what he saw last night and what Nick told him. As for Cameron, he didn't say anything about what he saw a while ago too. Everything was so weird on the table but then I liked how they didn't bother to talk about it. I liked it that neither of them wanted to start so I ig

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

The pastor preached on the importance of Christmas and how it is not about lavish gifts or spending but about love and faith. After a heartwarming Christmas morning church service, we embark on a journey to share the spirit of Christmas with people. With a car filled with packed meals, pastries, warm clothing, and festive treats, we head back to the streets to give to the community. As we reach the designated area, we are met with a gathering of people who, by reason beyond control, have made the streets their home. These individuals are in need, seeking warmth, food, and perhaps a glimpse of hope. The sight of their faces, filled with a mix of longing and resilience, touches my heart deeply

he murmured, reaching forward to press a soft kiss against my skin. I blushed, and he smiled, swirling his fingers once more across my skin. “So, what's your plan for tomorrow?” I asked. “You must have some family who you need to contact or something, right?” Christian sighed and shook his head. “Nah,” he said, nonchalantly, as though there were no feelings about it either way. “Christmas hasn't been a big thing to me in a while. Usually, I just work my way through a bottle of good wine and maybe a couple of movies, things that I don't have time to do at other times of the year. And normally, if I get lonely-” He cut himself off, and I raised an eyebrow at him, guessing what he'd been about

Candles adorned with pinecones and holly leaves created a luminous scene, and the aroma of delicious food filled the air. On the walls, wreaths made of holly, Christmas baubles, and red ribbons were artistically arranged. Christmas music played softly in the background, adding an additional touch of charm. The emotion in the house was palpable. Family and friends gathered, embracing and exchanging gifts with radiant smiles. Children ran around, their eyes sparkling with excitement at the promise of presents under the tree. Rylee and I embraced, gratitude in our eyes for another Christmas together. The Christmas House was a haven of love, warmth, and joy, where everyone felt welcome and surro

She had already given him the religious meaning of it, but there seemed to be more to it than just that. "Christmas is a special time of the year," she began with a smile. "It doesn't actually matter if you celebrate Christmas, Kwanza, or Hanukah…this time of the year is a time for celebrating and enjoying your friends and family. It's a time to just relax and be content." "But why is everyone buying things?" he asked her.

"I am not ordering Christmas dinner, Rex! I am not an animal. What kind of message would that send to Ethan and Paul, huh? That I'm willing to make a phone call and share a meal?" He presses his lips together tightly. Poor guy is doing his best not to laugh in my face but he's not succeeding very well. "Christmas doesn't have to be a specific menu. It's not about the food. It's about family and spending time together." "Well aren't you poetic," I sneer, cranky. "Testy, testy." "Don't mess with me, Rex. I'm a little, well, you know." "Pregnant and irritable?" My glare doesn't affect him in the least. "We don't know that."

His presence exuded a serene authority and his voice, when he spoke, carried a gentle strength that resonated through the cathedral. With a solemn tone, the priest began to recite the sacred words of the Christmas mass. His voice reverberated through the vast space, echoing off the icy walls and filling every corner with its power. The words, spoken with reverence and devotion, seemed to weave a tapestry of faith and hope, drawing us closer to the essence of the season.

¯⁠\⁠(⁠°⁠_⁠o⁠)⁠/⁠¯ Find out in the next chapter ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ My lovely readers wishing you a very happy marry Christmas ⛄ 🎁 🎄 Wishing you a wonderful Christmas and a blessed New Year. May your heart be filled with the love and joy of the Christmas season. May your Christmas sparkle with moments of love, laughter, and goodwill. Hoping your holidays are filled with joy, peace, and all the things that make you happy ⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠⊂⁠) ser feliz 🌹