Christmas Is Here Bringing Good Cheer Novels & Stories

He nodded eagerly, his excitement undiminished. The living room became our temporary sanctuary, a space where we waited, a family united, for the arrival of midnight. The countdown, a collective breath held until the stroke of twelve, was a shared moment of anticipation and joy. "Merry Christmas!" The joyous exclamation echoed through the room, a chorus of greetings and well-wishes. Gifts were exchanged, a flurry of colorful wrapping paper and excited squeals. Marco, overwhelmed by the bounty of presents, was a picture of pure delight, his laughter infectious.

[Merry Christmas🎄⭐and Happy New Year, Everyone 💕💕 Christmas decorations are all around your house and I am pretty sure that the Christmas tree🎄 is behind, in front, beside or I don’t know where🤭 but it’s somewhere around your house, right? But I know this Christmas has no joy and happiness 😔 like of any other Christmases like in the past, right? But don’t worry everything will be alright, stay positive.

"Come on out when you're ready. It's only Christmas once a year." Taren chuckled without humor. "You're forgetting that we live in the Christmas capital of the United States, where it's Christmas three hundred sixty-five days a year." "You know what I mean." Bret stood and stopped at the door. "Erica's cookies are ready. You'd better come out and get one before they're all gone." Taren scoffed. "And you didn't bring me one? What's wrong with you?" he teased, rising from his seat. "Well, it looks like I'd better get one before you heathens eat them all."

“Good evening, friends, families, and visitors,” Mayor Charles announced into the microphone, his voice ringing out in a joyous tone. He was a short man with thick glasses and hair around the edges of his head but not in the middle, though that was currently hidden under his hat. He held firmly to his fedora with one hand for fear it might blow off and leave his shiny head glistening in the lights, she had no doubt. “Welcome to the Christmas Falls Tree Lighting Ceremony!”

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

“Holiday of the year? What is that?” Right. Damien wasn’t exactly well-versed in human traditions. For someone who has a faction in this realm, holidays were probably an alien concept. I offered him a small, wry smile. “It’s Christmas. Families gather, exchange gifts, and enjoy a big, fancy dinner together. It’s supposed to be magical.” He nodded slowly, his expression shifting to something softer. “That sounds… pleasant. But why do you seem unhappy about it? Oh—” His stormy blue eyes darkened with realization. “That was insensitive of me.”

I must have stared at the image for so long until I was jolted back to the moment by the deep, booming resonance of the Alpha King’s voice echoing through the massive sound system. "Welcome, citizens of Averne! Welcome, distinguished guests, nobles, and royal families," King Alderon’s voice was strong and clear, cutting through the frosty air. "Tonight, we stand at the beginning of the most wonderful season. The season of Perfect Christmas!" The crowd erupted in a massive wave of applause and cheers that swallowed the avenue. The lights on the massive pine trees and garlands pulsed in time with the cheer.

Hey, lovely readers, this is a Christmas special chapter, hope you enjoy. A Merry Christmas from me to you . “I love the Christmas-tide, and yet, I notice this, each year I live; I always like the gifts I get, but how I love the gifts I give!” ~Carolyn wells

By the time the music ended, maybe half an hour later, they were both breathless and smiling. "Are we ready to go upstairs?" He bowed low over her hand. Shelby executed a curtsey, imperfect but adorable. "I am. You think we'll still be here in the morning?" He shook his head. "I don't think so. Look at the sampler." Shelby stepped closer and read, "May you have the merriest of Christmases, now and always." She choked back a sniffle. "No, you're right. We'll be home in the morning."

His strength is remarkable and as I lean further and kiss his sweet lips, I send out a prayer to Ava and Laurie, for bringing me this man. "Merry Christmas Chance." "Merry Christmas Abby and thank you."