Christmas Fan Novels & Stories

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

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I walk a little too eagerly for my own good to the entrance causing Jared to chuckle at me and nearly jog to keep up. Walking into club Magic causes me to have a brisk holiday jitter. My mother is a huge Christmas fanatic, but this is a lot, even for her. There are decorations everywhere. Green and red streamers, dancing Santa clauses, reindeer literally floating in the air. There are hundreds of sparkling lights hung up around and a large Christmas tree decorated with candy canes and small green and red bulbs. It looks like someone took Christmas and threw it up in here.

Charlene wanted to buy a new plant after work because she realized one of her plants at home was withering. She noticed what her coworker had mentioned: Santa Claus decorations and Christmas trees were all over the mall. There was a tangible sense of celebration. People were swarming the streets, either in groups or in pairs. Overwhelmed by the festive spirit, Charlene was temporarily immobile as she observed the vibrant surroundings surrounding her.

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

It was every bit as regular a visitor as Willow’s period and probably even more depressing and painful. Willow also didn’t like the holiday's consumerism, the way it drove ordinary people to spend all their money on pointless gifts while treating underpaid retail workers like shit. She didn’t care for the weather that accompanied Christmastime in this part of the country, either. Everyone seemed to yearn for a white Christmas, like in the song that wasn’t quite as awful as that goddamn Mariah Carey song. While Willow had nothing against snow in and of itself, she hated being cold. The only thing Willow liked about Christmas was flirting with all the hot dads who brought their kids to see San

Santa called her ass out. Next Christmas would be different. The baby would only be about six months old then, but Amber and Leo and Grayson would go overboard for sure. Buy him or her so much shit they couldn’t play with it all in a lifetime, pictures with a store Santa, set out cookies and milk for the reindeer, the whole nine yards. Over the top, take a million pictures to mark the occasion because the kid wouldn’t remember it.

I want the man who should be off-limits to be the one who ruins me—slowly, deeply, completely. They say Christmas wishes are supposed to be innocent. But mine isn’t. Mine is needy. Mine is sinful. Mine is the kind of wish I whisper only in the dark. So Santa…if you’re listening…if Christmas magic is real… All I want for Christmas is him. His touch. His mouth. His body tangled with mine. His desire unleashed on me. Give me him, just for one night…or forever, as a Christmas present, if you’re feeling generous. This is my secret wish. My confession. My forbidden fantasy. My Christmas sin.