Christmas Fnaf Novels & Stories

“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

“Why don’t you head home? You can tell your boss I said you can go. It is Christmas Eve after all.” “Thanks, but it’s okay. My flight home is late enough that I’m practically riding Santa’s sleigh tonight. I might as well be here,” Fauna said with a laugh. “Otherwise I’d just be at home watching old Christmas movies and eating popcorn. I don’t need the calories.” “Thank you for the files,” he said. “No problem,” Fauna replied. “Can I get you some coffee or anything? I can get hot or iced. I’m better at hot, though.”

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

Suddenly, he remembered that after the Christmas break and they were all back to school, while his English teacher would ask them to write about their Christmas holiday, he would have the best story to write about. "I just realized I got a good holiday story to tell," Noah was saying when a loud bang interrupted him. He shared a look with his father. "Do you think they're here?" "Damn you both!" Frank roared as he entered the warehouse. "Hey Franklin, what's all the ruckus about?" Sean asked with a tight smile. "Not your rescuers that much I can tell you even though they arrived with a fucking chopper!" Frank snarled. A satisfied smile spread on Sean's face. "You realize it's Faustino that's

Abge said and lead Nathaniel to the living room. I just ignored her. She is quiet childish sometimes. We already prepared the food and gather outside to begin the count down when mybtwo.besties arrived. "10, 9, 8, 7 ,6, 5, 4, 3 ,2, 1 ! Merry Christmas Everyone!" We all shouted and shoot our Confetti's. Dad lit the fireworks and watched it in owe as it spread its colorful light in the sky. It is a sign of a colorful and delightful Christmas.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

I missed the old me. "I'm home." Nate announced and Alena started to move like crazy in my arms. Nate walked into the kitchen and picked her up. He gave me a kiss. "How's my little princess." He asked while playing airplane with her as she giggled. I live for these moments. "Dada." She squished his cheeks. "I can't believe Christmas will be here in a week. It will be your first Christmas, Alena." I smiled as she extended her little arms for me to hold her. I grabbed her from Nate's arms.

“Everyone, gather around! It’s time for our traditional Christmas game before we dig into the goodies!” The room buzzed with anticipation as family members began to shuffle toward the living area. Elijah and I followed, and Reese hurried ahead, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The game was a cherished family tradition—a holiday version of charades. Each person would draw a festive holiday-themed prompt from a hat and act it out, while the others guessed what it was.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

That means it's Christmas! “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” A group of kids—the ones who helped Jaxon wrap the gifts now placed under the tree—run forward to hug Jaxon's legs. I smile at them as Jaxon carefully puts me down, his arm wrapped tight around my waist to keep me close to him. “You're back!” One exclaims excitedly. “It's Christmas! It's Christmas!” Another pulls at his shredded trousers. “We have to open the gifts!” A little girl pouts.