Christmas Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

he said. "Besides, it's not as if you don't know this about me. I can't stand women who are poor and dumb." Although he said this, his gaze had a hint of fondness. It was completely devoid of the disdain he had first shown when talking about Melissa. Just a week ago, I told him that since our wedding anniversary is on Christmas day, I wanted to have a proper celebration with him. He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous."

Everything was red, green, sparkly, or all three. Even the smallest details weren't left out. The town and its inhabitants went all out. Previously decorated trees on the street corners had even more prominent decorations hanging from their limbs, and there were now candy canes painted on the pavement as well. Even the crosswalks had been repainted to look like the stripes on a candy cane. Nicholas’ mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that the most Christmas-y place he’d ever been to in his life had somehow managed to get even Christmas-y-er.

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.

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I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

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?”

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

"What about this? I bought it in town. They're real angels! I mean, fake ones, but they represent the real ones." "They look like Christmas tree ornaments," Dorotea commented dryly. "SO WHAT? Christmas is beautiful!" "But it's not Christmas, Teresa. It's a nursery." "The baby is due when? Three months from now. Christmas is nine months away. Plenty of time to take it down." "Nothing is coming down!" Rosa intervened. "The room will be pink. PINK. Period." "What about butterflies?" Maria insisted, pulling out another sheet of paper. "I thought of a butterfly mural on this wall here. Flying toward the window. It's beautiful, poetic, full of meaning…"