Christmas Fan Novels & Stories

and offering her his hand, which she gladly took, and he led her through the golden door from which he had appeared moments ago. Inside was what could only be described as a cozy little cottage. There was a roaring fireplace, the mantel topped with large green garland adorned with pine cones and shiny Christmas bulbs in red and gold. The sides of the fireplace were flanked with penguin sentinels carved into the rich oak. Two over-stuffed chairs sat nearby, and a full Christmas tree, decorated with various ornaments of all shapes and sizes, mostly in red and gold, filled the back corner near a window covered with thick red drapes. “Please have a seat,” Santa Claus said, offering her the seat

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.

-00- Aciel really never expected that the festival in the town square would be so full and crowded like this. Even Christmas is still fifteen days away, but everyone seems to be impatient to welcome Christmas and ask Santa for gifts. Aciel, who was holding Ciara in his right hand and his left hand holding the handle of the stroller, felt quite confused with his own idea which did not go according to plan. He thought that people would not crowd this festival other than on weekends.

I’m just nineteen. I’m supposed to be going back home tomorrow for Christmas. It’s my favourite holiday of the whole year. I love the decorations and the surrounding atmosphere. I love how I spend such a quality time with my family, but I don’t think I will be as happy as I usually am on Christmas this year.

Julia I stand back and watch Riley and Nina put the final touches on the Christmas tree, and then he pulls out a Christmas angel to sit on the top. "Would you like to put this on the top of the tree, Princess?" Nina is still bouncing on her toes. I swear the girl hasn’t stopped since she found out that we had the tree.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

Once we find our seats in first class, I find a renewed enthusiasm for returning home when I take one last look at my screensaver on my phone before turning off the power. On the screen are my absolute favorite people in the world, my husband and son. Yes, I certainly have something at home to look forward to. Just over two weeks later and the Christmas season is in full swing. With our party in just days, I have been spending a lot of time putting the finishing touches on decorating the interior of the house. I have left the outside to Marcus, who hires contractors to install the lights on the grounds both in front and in back. This is my favorite time of year and I do everything within my

“I guess I just started it and it escalated. The people use it as a way to chill after a very difficult year,” “And since they don’t have to contribute money, it didn’t take much to get them to join in. They handle the decorations and make it beautiful. It usually turns out well” he explained and I nodded slowly. “So how do you guys get funds?” “We sometimes get sponsors if we’re lucky —not really often though. But we manage well on our own. The winery has a separate savings account for Christmas funds, and the people sometimes during the year sends anything they have to support, the town chairman is very supportive also,”

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she