Christmas Is Here Bringing Good Cheer Novels & Stories

After Thanksgiving, it was open season in Greer’s house for decorating and everything Christmas. “Let’s make it Friday,” I said. “I brought gifts with me for the kids, but I’d like to get a few more. Also, we can do things like sing Christmas carols, drink hot chocolate … the works!” “Okay. This is getting a bit too much for me,” Brett said, getting up to get himself another glass of iced tea. “Gifts? Yes. Caroling? No.” I smiled. “What’s the matter, Brett?” I teased. “Too much music for you?”

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Nancy claims, going on to say, “We celebrate this special holiday season as our Lord's birthday throughout all of Christendom. We are celebrating God's love for us by gathering together, sharing special foods we love, singing Christmas carols, and dancing. God loves us so much that He sent His only son, Jesus Christ, to earth in order to grant eternal life to everyone who believes in Him.” Additionally, Nancy invites “Therefore, today is not the day to rush through our tasks and complete our purpose; instead, we should take a moment to pause and enjoy our Noche Buena as a group.

Christmas is a period of love, of happiness, of good cheer, it is a period when the whole world celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, it is a period where everything looks festive, where the clothes are different, where Santa comes out for the first time in a year, where gifts are exchanged, but most of all it is a time for family. Rhea was happy, that year was extremely special, it was something she could not really explain, it was the first Christmas her Theo and Jason would spend together.

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

"Well, I think the right thing for me right now is to stay here." "I'm glad to hear that, this is your home and this is where you belong, with your family," he says and in response I nod, but the truth is this is where I least feel like I belong. "Dessert's here!" mom exclaims, and it's just at that instant that the clock chimes twelve o'clock at night and the sound of fireworks echoes from outside. "Merry Christmas everyone!" "Merry Christmas, Clau," says Ethan, who is the first to hug me.

His heart jolted back to life. He waited. She smiled at him. "Merry Christmas." Just a simple greeting. Not even "healthy" or "happy." His heart fell quiet again. He stood in the freezing wind and said, "Merry Christmas." THE END

Christmas arrived like a long, deep, and relieved sigh after a storm that had lasted entire years. Declan's, Evie's, and Harvey’s house was a truly grand yet welcoming refuge, situated on a vast property surrounded by wide gardens, ancient trees, and a small lake that reflected the Christmas lights like a magical mirror. Soft white lights twinkled in the garden trees, green and red garlands adorned the main door with golden bows, and the smell of fresh pine, cinnamon, nutmeg, roasted turkey, and gingerbread cookies filled every room like a warm, comforting embrace. It was the first time we were celebrating Christmas all together as a large extended family after everything we had been through

Not a question asked. I blinked. “They obey you very quickly.” “They are my pack,” he said simply. I watched them decorate everything in sight, laughing as someone spilled flour upon someone else. The air smelled warm and sweet, filled with cinnamon, vanilla, and something reminiscent of spiced fruit. Children argued good-naturedly over dough shapes. Someone sang in a rather dreadful key. I had never seen anything like it. “Is this what Christmas is?” I asked softly. Marek leaned slightly toward me. “Part of it. People decorate, bake, share gifts, spend time with family and loved ones.”

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.