Christmas Classics Novels & Stories

It’s beautiful out, the snow is coming according to the forecast, we had a flurry a few days ago but it didn’t really settle but I know it’s on its way. Since it’s Christmas Eve, Cody and I will head over to my folks for around six in the evening, my great, great, great grandparents were from Germany and we have this tradition where we open a few presents around the Christmas tree on Christmas eve with lovely music playing, mom’s favorite being Silent Night, Holy night and a buffet on the dining table. I love this time of year, it’s my all time favorite. Everyone is smiley and happy, their love is transparent but come to think of it, it’s like this every day in our small town. Our community

Hasn't the rule always been Christmas music starts on Thanksgiving day? The song changes and new lyrics quickly cover the silence. "Here comes Santa paws" makes my steps falter. How this song is worse than the chipmunks, I don't know, but it is. I pass by the line of carts—my sister's dog doesn't need that many Christmas gifts, even if she does treat him like her new baby. The cute little Yorkie was a gift from her new boyfriend. She thinks it's their chance to raise a puppy together, find out what kind of father he'll be and whether or not he is marriage material. I see it as more of a twelve- to eighteen-year reminder she'll have of this guy if they don't work out.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." "Merry Christmas, honey." END VOLUME FOUR-PART ONE

They had discussed it directly, in the manner of the second year's discussions: carefully, with the specific quality of two people who were not yet entirely comfortable but were committed to finding the accurate arrangement. Don had said: I am happy to do whatever Christmas you need. Ernest had said: I need very little. Don had said: then we do very little, and we do it well. The doing-very-little-and-doing-it-well had become the Christmas method across the seven years. It had the following elements: a good dinner on Christmas Eve rather than Christmas Day, because Christmas Day was often better as the quiet day after the occasion rather than the occasion itself; a walk on Christmas morning,

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

“What now?” She stopped beside me, breathless and beaming, cheeks pink from the cold. “Okay, so, finals are done! You passed everything, by the way, barely in accounting, but still a win! And…” She held up the papers like they were sacred scrolls. “I have our official Christmas list for the condo.” I blinked. “Christmas list?” “Yep.” She spread the pages open dramatically. “Decorations, lights, wreaths, gifts, cookie ingredients, and… most importantly, our holiday playlist.”

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.

Her eyes were downcast, the frown still etched on her face, as though she couldn’t quite be part of this moment. But for the others, they continued, the melody lifting our spirits, and I found myself smiling as I sang the last part with ease: “I’ve got this Christmas song in my heart (Song in my heart), I’ve got the candles glowing in the dark, I’m hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree, Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me…” “Merry Christmas, everyone!” Charlotte exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Merry Christmas!” the rest of us echoed.

Elizabeth covers her mouth, swallowing down a mouthful of something, gulps, then, "The Snowman. I don't know how many times I watched it, but I still always cry at the end. What about you?" "Yes, it's a good film. I like it too." But her words are lacklustre. There's no enthusiasm there. And I know for a fact that Charlotte enjoys old movies.... ".... but when I see all those old movies, you know, 'It's a Wonderful Life' and 'Christmas Carol' and all the rest, I've never had a Christmas like that...." Yes.... It's me She doesn't want... .... doesn't want me touching her? The food sits uneasily in my stomach and my erection, which I've been beating down with a stick all morning, subsides.

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.