Christmas Happy Tree Friends Novels & Stories

I had made it. ‎People rushed past me—families reuniting, couples holding hands, businessmen barking into phones—but I stood frozen near the curb, a small island in a chaotic sea of coats and scarves. A giant Christmas tree glittered near the taxi stand, its lights blurring as my eyes stung. ‎ ‎*Don’t cry, Ariana. You promised Mom you wouldn’t cry.* ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of jet fuel and roasted chestnuts, letting the memory of the goodbye at the terminal back home wash over me.

Their happiness was at the peak, as they eagerly pushed their surprises under the beautifully decorated Christmas tree. Meanwhile, Mitchell, with a heart brimming with gratitude, took charge of the holiday feast. She planned a mouth watering menu, featuring all their favorite dishes, and carefully wrote out a grocery list. She couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment as she prepared to create a memorable Christmas meal for her newfound family.

I said smiling "Ah that Christmas Tree? The old man gave it to us, and he sent it here at home. My brothers and sister are happy with what he sent. It's only two days before the actual celebration of Christmas so it's like they always do a countdown here at home. It's always red, our clothes, and there is always a lot of food on the table. My siblings always request food from the old man and he always sends it right away. They’re too spoiled.” He scoffed.

Daniel blurted out. "Ha-ha-ha! That's Hugo for you!" Filbert chimed in while laughing humorously. "Friends. Let's joke later, let's go in soon. The snow is falling more heavily," Marsha said, reminding her friends. They all went into the church, taking their bicycles to the parking area next to the building. The atmosphere inside the church felt warm, with the aroma of firewood from the fireplace in the corner of the room. In front of the altar, there was a large Christmas tree decorated with gold and silver lights.

I’ve decided to distract them any way I can, to try and make them feel like our family is whole without Ethan – not that this is an easy feat. “A Christmas adventure.” I answer, coming back to the present. “We were away for so long we’re very behind on decorating and baking, and doing all the fun holiday things!” “What fun holiday things?” Paisley asks, looking curious now. “Well, for one thing – every year we go to this beautiful christmas tree farm, then we go on sleigh rides and pick out a tree and cut it down ourselves. And every night there’s a bonfire with hot cocoa and smores…” I lower my voice to a whisper. “Sometimes Santa even turns up.”

This is not the first time, we are taking pictures but today is different for all of us. "Let's decorate the Christmas tree, Mom and Dad," Aaron chirped and he sighed as if something was wrong. "The Christmas Tree is already decorated honey, go and check it if you want to change it," He shrugged off as Aaron became sad. "My all friends decorate the Christmas tree by themselves and with their families, I also want to decorate it with both of you, and this time, I have granny and great-grandpa and great-grandma too," He almost cried as I got panicked.

“You’re such a party pooper. Now get that tree out of the box and we’ll get this place looking like Christmas.” Holly’s enthusiasm was infectious, he had to admit. He helped her put the tree together, a plastic thing from Walmart he’d bought ages ago, and although it looked rather scraggly, he enjoyed helping Holly decorate it. Turning on some Christmas music, they hung the tree with lights as Arya and Sansa attempted to help. When only some of the lights even turned on, Holly laughed. “That is the saddest looking tree I’ve ever seen.” “Hey, it’s been through a lot,” Matt said as he fiddled with the lights. “Be nice to it.”

I pressed, really hoping Christian would let himself have some friends for once and not assume that everyone in the world was against him because of what his parents had committed. It took him a few moments to answer. His ice-blue eyes were hard at first, yet they brightened over the course of his thought. I squealed in happiness when he finally gave in. "All right, I'll give them a chance," he decided. Smiling, I grabbed his jacketed arm and led him over to Mason and Edison. They turned their light heads when they noticed us appear. A nervous look crossed Mason's freckled face, yet Edison elbowed him in the stomach, causing Mason to put on a friendly smile. He awkwardly waved. "It's nice to

It was dad and Grace with their 3 kids. “Merry Christmas!” I yelled, hugging them one by one. They live nearby and I see them occasionally, but it is in the Christmas spirit. “Merry Christmas sis” Callan and Eleanor said, simultaneously. I smiled at them, hugging dad. “Merry Christmas” I said. He hugged me back softly, then I pulled back. “You can drop the gifts over there,” I said, pointing at the enormous Christmas tree. They were holding so many gifts and I am sure there is more in the car because we are a big family. Oh, I can’t wait for everyone to get here. I thought, smiling widely.

“Like Mommy and me got a tiny little tree because you don’t like Christmas, but maybe if you had a great big tree you’d like Christmas more, Kaleb.” He slid a glance at her. He’d caught on to Hayzel’s maneuvers. She was giving him that sly smile that he guessed females were born knowing how to deliver. “You want a big Christmas tree,” he said. “I like our little one, but I like big ones, too, and we could make it really pretty with candy canes and we could make popcorn and put it on, too, and I think you’d like it.” “I probably would,” Kaleb admitted. Hell, just because he was against Christmas didn’t mean a five-year-old had to put up with a sad little tree tucked away in her room.