Christmas Bratayley Novels & Stories

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

I normally don’t get Christmas presents so I am excited to see what I got. "Who's gonna go first?" Austin asks, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Layla always goes first," I reply, knowing it's our little tradition. "Alright then, Layla, you're up!" Austin declares excitedly, gesturing towards the pile of presents. Layla's face lights up with excitement as she eagerly reaches for her gifts, untying the ribbons. With a gasp of delight, she unveils a mini drawing tablet, her eyes widening in surprise. "Bell, how did you know? I love it. Thank you so much, Bell," she exclaims, her voice brimming with gratitude.

I start laughing loudly at the hypocrisy of it all much to their anger. “What are you laughing at? Go wash the utensils!” Mary orders me for lack of a suitable response. Bridget ignores my comment and resumes her plotting with Mary, Why do you think I went shopping? The company is organising a huge Christmas party on the 25th, followed by a masquerade bash on New Year’s Eve! “You better make sure you’re his date by then!” Mary sounds like she has embarked on a mission. “I am going to blow his socks off Momma! Just wait and watch!” Bridget asserts.

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?”

Kat replied while she held the outfit up and examined it. “Oh hell no,” Taryn gave out as she jumped off the bed with phone still in hand. She snatched the sweater from Kat and observed it. It was red and green with black stripes and a large reindeer embroidered in the centre. The material looked like something sewed by Mrs. Clause. “This thing looks like the Nightmare Before Christmas. What kind of best friend I would be if I let my bestie be seen in this monstrosity?” “What's wrong with it?” Kat asked. “I think it has spunk,” Kat added, and Taryn practically laughed as she gave the hideous apparel another scornful look.

“What? How dare you call my son a little brat? Have you gone completely mental from losing your husband and son, Brittany? And just look at what you’re wearing. Attending a funeral or remarrying some random ?” ‘What did you say?’ Brittany froze and turned to Waltz. Spark cackled. “Brittany, you actually don’t know? What a great mother you are. Your son died, yet here you are dressing up nicely. Unlike you, we’re very sad about his death. Just look, we came early just to give you this present!” “What present?” Spark had been waiting for this moment, he yelled as soon as he heard her question. “Mr. Greg, open the truck box. It’s gift time!” Bam!

I barely whispered. He shakes his head. "You never have to apologize for admiring what is yours. In fact, I have been doing the same thing!" He chuckled as I blushed harder. "What is your name, sweet mate?" I tuck a strand of unruly curls behind my ear. "My name is Virginia, but my friends call me Rae." He smiled. "Rae...I love it. Could you please look at me?" I gulp but comply. "There you are! My name is Braxton, Alpha Braxton Gleason, it's a pleasure to finally and officially meet you!"

“Caramel. It’s warm and gooey, because you know how much I love warm and gooey first thing in the mornin’.” Jessie threw the covers back. “If you’re lyin’ to me Brandt McKay, so help me…” “I’m not.” He tossed her a robe. “Come on. The boy is anxious to open his presents.” “Which boy?” she asked his retreating back. He turned around and grinned. “Both of ’em.” Landon raced over and slammed into her knees. He had two speeds, full throttle and idle. She swooped him up. “Merry Christmas, lil’ buckaroo. Should we see if Uncle Brandt’s cake is edible?”

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