Christmas Lights Quotes Novels & Stories

Brady did most of the carrying, and they set out across the street, their boots crunching through the snow as Christmas music serenaded them, piped through the downtown speaker system. Several ladders had been brought by townsfolk. Brady grabbed one and carried it over to the lamppost, volunteering to climb it while Noelle stayed on the ground, which was fine with her. Her mother’s words about a man having the willingness to climb a ladder in the snow came to mind, and she smiled. “Let’s put the lights on first,” she said, handing up the ones they’d chosen, a battery operated white strand that was supposed to twinkle. “I’m not much of a designer,” Brady admitted. “Let me know how it’s lookin

Ella: As the clock struck 12 on Christmas Eve, I made a wish asking God to send me my saviour and bless my parent’s souls. After attending the midnight mass, we come out of the church to be welcomed by tiny little flakes of snow colouring the whole landscape of this city. There was something so magical about this season, it brought out the best in me! We came home to a brightly decorated house which took me almost a month of planning and execution. The string lights and the star of Bethlehem sparkled amongst tiny balls of cotton resembling snow at the bottom of the tree.

he demanded. Her laughter drifted through the pipes. Soft. Pleased. “Everywhere,” she replied. “And so are they.” The lights cut out completely. Total darkness. Then emergency red flared back on. And the corridor was no longer empty. They were surrounding us.

Perhaps she was not accustomed to consoling others, hence her simple and somewhat crude suggestion of drinking to forget one's troubles. "I feel content just having you here." The ambiguous statement caused a sudden blush to spread across Kathy's face, and the chill of the winter night air seemed to add a touch of intoxication to her senses. "Let's head home." Kathy nodded and trailed behind Dominic towards the parking lot. Along the way, the surroundings were illuminated by bright lights, with Santa Claus' joyful countenance appearing on various LED screens. "Isn't today Christmas Eve?" Dominic observed the buildings lining the road, adorned with numerous traffic lights he had passed by cou

Ben says, then groans out loud. “What?” Marvel asks, looking between us suspiciously, knowing we were mind-linking. “Nothing,” Ben sighs. “I just think we aren’t going to get these Christmas lights untangled. How about we throw them away and buy new ones?” “No!” Courtney yells from the other room. “You try that every year. Untangle those lights. You were the one who shoved them in the box without rolling them back on the spool so they wouldn’t tangle. You could be the one to untangle them.”

The different colours of lights that change every now and then on the trees look magical, that even the animals and insects at night are bewitched by it. It is the month of December. It is an old custom at the Williams estate to have the trees near the castle and along the paths or road to have it decorated with christmas lights. It is like the festival of lights.

I kept debating whether I should stand and leave, but the stillness felt like it stretched on for a thousand years. Finally, she rose, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress with slow, practiced movements like someone who had done this a hundred times before. I hesitated for a beat, then pushed my chair back to stand. We stared into each other's eyes unmoving, unspeaking. Then, slowly, she leaned down, her breath brushing the side of my face as she whispered: "You never should've stepped foot in this house. Word of advice, girl not everything still shines when the lights go out."My mouth parted, but no words came out. She waited for a reply patient, expectant but what could I have possib

Andrew, Daniel, Alex and even Lisa is also present at the party. "When they came Mr Alex?" Lisa asked. "Sorry, miss Green, I don't know about that. Maybe they are on the way", Alex replied. Suddenly they all hear the sound of the car and immediately understood. They all went to switch off the lights to gives surprise to Emily. When Emily and Ryan get off from the car they saw all the mansion lights are off. "Ryan is there is a light cut in this area, why there is no light in the home?" Emily asked cutely.

I draw a circle on the color palette and turn the lights on. Now, Jamie’s clown face is brightened up by vibrant lights that blinks and change colors rapidly. “Almost forget to turn your light bulbs on.” I said, pointing at the phone screen, “Do you want to add some music?” Jamie gives the blinking fairy lights wrapped around his neck a weird glance, “These light bulbs sing?” “Hell yeah.” I read as I swipe down the list, “There’s Christmas carols on the playlist——Silent Night, We Three Kings, The First Noel…”

she asked, curiosity lacing her voice. Zavian's response was a sly grin that hinted at hidden intentions. "I thought I'd show you another use for Christmas lights," he replied cryptically. His words sparked intrigue in Emmeline. Her eyebrows arched in surprise, trying to decipher his meaning. "Are you suggesting we use them for something other than decorating?" Emmeline questioned. Zavian’s gaze met hers and chuckled softly. "You'll glow like a beacon when I bind your hands with these lights," he declared.