Christmas Fan Novels & Stories

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' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

“Yes, tonight. And wear something decent for once.” I rolled my eyes automatically. “You say that like I dress like a stripper.” If only he knew. “This is important,” he continued. “My friend’s son is flying in for Christmas.” “What friend?” “Patrick Laurent.” The name sounded vaguely familiar. “He was supposed to surprise us for the holidays, but your mother and I already booked that Aspen trip this weekend. So you’ll host him instead.” Something about the way he said man instead of boy made me pause. “And Ivy?”

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

She crossed her arms, not sure what bothered her so much, the fact that they told him about her or Christmas. Larry raised his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, I get it. Christmas is not for everybody. Who am I to judge?” “Exactly. Glad you have enough sense,” Lauren didn’t want to get into it. Not with him. Not with anyone. Larry smirked. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not exactly a Christmas lover either. Just because I play for the team doesn’t mean I’m all about the cheer and bells and crap.”

“Remember in seventh grade when I asked you out, and you told me ‘not even if you were the last boy in Mississippi’?” She groaned, hiding her face. “Let it go.” “Never. That was my villain origin story.” “You’re insufferable.” “You love it.” She smiled up at him. “Yeah. I really do.” Christmas Eve was loud and messy and perfect. Harper’s house was packed with extended family—her cousins screaming over board games, someone burning the dinner rolls, off-key caroling and someone’s aunt insisting everyone wear reindeer ears for a group photo. Jaxon fit in like he always had. He helped Harper’s dad in the

he said, still with an angry tone. Without waiting for an answer from his wife, Mr. Frank took his thick coat, put on his hat, then hurried out of the house. The cold air immediately greeted him as soon as he opened the door. But worry outweighed everything. With quick steps, the old man walked towards St. Mary's Church. At the church, the village teenagers' Christmas Eve event was still going on, everyone looked happy with hearts full of peace. Daniel's two cousins, Sero and Jeremy, also enjoyed this beautiful night with Daniel and Stefany and their other friends.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

Five minutes later, she poured hot delicious-smelling liquid into coffee mugs then added whipped cream and a dash of nutmeg on top. Hot drinks in hand, they shuffled into the enclosed patio, off the kitchen, and took their seats. “It looks like Christmas threw up in here.”, Kim said. Along with the usual assortment of Christmas lights, balls, and popcorn string decorations, there were figurines of Santa Dad’s favorite, reindeer Mom’s favorite, snowmen for Collette, and Christmas angels for Celine. “Here goes nothing,” Celine said and turned the lights off. Then she turned the Christmas lights on, and they sat holding their hot drinks, enjoying the ambiance. She missed Mom the most at times l

I let out a soft laugh, "Psh, so? It's good to have that Christmas feeling because it's Christmas!" "No, it's not." He smiled at how childish I was acting. "December 25th is Christmas. Today is December the 5th. I don't get why everybody goes all out way before the big day." "Yeah, I get that it's the 25th but Christmas isn't just a day, it's a season!" I said in a soothing voice, smiling as I did. "Christmas is December. Back home, we don't put down our Christmas tree until New Years Eve."