Christmas Fan Novels & Stories

I ask her. “Well, Halloween.” “I love Halloween. I like to dress up as a werewolf,” I say, making her laugh. “That’s also when all the scary movies are on TV.” “I’m not a big fan of the scary movies,” she says. “That’s okay, this time of year, some networks start showing the Christmas movies. Oh and you know what? I just remembered, there’s a HUGE Christmas display in the city. They have music, hot chocolate, lights, all of it. I’d love to take you there. We could make it a date night,” I say, watching her reaction.

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

“That wide front window is a perfect place for a Christmas tree, you know? The glass would reflect all the lights...” His gaze shot to hers. “Woman, I already told you… I DON’T DO CHRISTMAS! Get it now?” “Sure, I get it,” she said, though she really didn’t. “But if you don’t want to, Haze and I will take care of decorating and…” Kaleb stood up, grabbed a fireplace poker, and determinedly stabbed at the logs, causing sparks to fly and sizzle on their wild flight up the chimney. When he was finished, he turned a cold look on her.

"Fuck! I can't stop myself!" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys. Have a merry Christmas and a Happy prosperous new year❤❤ Thank you so much for the support.

Christmas had never been anything special for me. I had spent my last two Christmas' before this working an all-day shift at work, wiping vomit off tables and getting yelled at by unhappy customers taking their anger and frustrations on me. Afterward, C and I would spend the morning drinking on a rooftop and dancing to Fuck Christmas by Eric Idle. It was not exactly like I was the grinch or that I forbade the holiday spirit, there really was just nothing to celebrate or be happy for. After spending most of my childhood holidays hoping I would escape some beating or screaming from the matron on duty at the foster care that day who would rather be drinking her guts out on her day off, it was n

She motioned to the Christmas tree behind him and it was then that he noticed the soft music overhead was actually instrumental versions of Christmas carols. “Oh.” He took a sip of his water and looked out the window. “Wow. Not a Christmas fan, I take it?” She put her elbows on the table and cradled her chin in her hands. “I like Christmas.” He shrugged. She raised her eyebrows. “Could have fooled me. Why don’t you like it?” “I don’t know. I guess it’s all so commercial. I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago.” “What about your family? Do you go visit them for the holidays?”

Christian looked genuinely confused. “To decorate it!” “That makes no sense.” Marcus held up his hands. “I'm staying out of this.” I ambushed Diana during our morning tea session, spreading holiday decoration catalogs across her desk like battle plans. “Christmas,” I said. “We're doing it.” Diana's eyes lit up. “Oh my god, yes.” “Christian thinks I'm insane.” “Christian thinks most things are insane until you convince him otherwise.” Diana grabbed a catalog, flipping pages. “Outdoor lights?”

People singing Christmas carols, couples kissing under the mistletoe, everyone in a joyful mood, and of course fried chicken is always involved Christmas is known for the birth of Christ and also a time families get together, a time for giving and getting a time everyone is expected to be happy In a old orphanage owned by the Catholic church The Sisters who took care of the children thought of an idea that might bring up the kids spirits. So they gathered all the children round

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

I laugh, he has definitely got me there. “Christmas in July but,” I pause, “then I don’t watch them until the end of October. Who doesn’t love Christmas?” Then I realize what I said and recall that during our marriage, Xander was never a Christmas person. Sure he had a tree up, that he had the decorators come in and deal with, and he gave me a present each year but there was no sitting around the tree being like a family. He would give me the present in the morning then say he had more work to do and hide himself away in his office.