Christmas Miraculous Novels & Stories

I say as I get up and give her a big hug before pulling away from the comfort of my friend. “Hey, buddy, calm down.” Mira laughs as she kneels to pet him. “So…” Mira starts, standing back up and looking at me with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. She knows me too well. “How’s it going with Christian?” "Things with Christian are always great... he came by to bring me a Christmas gift," I say as I point to the little box next to my coffee. "What is it?" She asks.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

L: No, I just got home E: OK, why did you call Riele? R: OK! Don't scream, but you are going to Miami. E: MIAMI! Why? When? How? L: Relax! Let her speak R: My dad is hosting a birthday party for Grace in Miami, so he got me three tickets and told me to give two of my friends I would like to come, and I gave you and Liz. Well, yours is still with me. E: Wow! OK. When's the party? L: Two days from now

Even if I did go to Mauritius I had no idea where to even start looking for them. After we cleared the dining room table Christian hopped to the front of the tree. We sat down on the couches, we had tortured him long enough and he elected himself to hand out the presents. The name that featured the most was Christian and I looked at Malachi. “They’re from Santa.” I had to smile at Malachi’s indulgence. Anna had been right. Christian was a very lucky boy. James gave me a little box and I opened it and laughed. It was a pack of batteries with a sticky note that read ‘toy not included’. He laughed loudly as he told me to use my imagination with the gift.

Would you look at that it's a Christmas miracle. I stand to my feet, a delighted smile stretching across my face. "Christos, glad you could make it."

“What will happen next for them?” “A happily ever after,” Merryweather replied. “A happily ever after.” “That is the best kind of magic,” Flora said with a smile. “A happily ever after with Christmas. It doesn't get better than that.” Merryweather had to agree.

I walk a little too eagerly for my own good to the entrance causing Jared to chuckle at me and nearly jog to keep up. Walking into club Magic causes me to have a brisk holiday jitter. My mother is a huge Christmas fanatic, but this is a lot, even for her. There are decorations everywhere. Green and red streamers, dancing Santa clauses, reindeer literally floating in the air. There are hundreds of sparkling lights hung up around and a large Christmas tree decorated with candy canes and small green and red bulbs. It looks like someone took Christmas and threw it up in here.

Milli lied to herself and rubbed the tears that she refused to let fall out of her eyes. She eased herself down in a chair and stared at the gingerbread nativity on the desk. She tried not to think about what it meant every time the monitor beeped, as long as it stopped beeping, it was fine. It would be fine. For the rest of the week, ‘it’s fine’ became Milli’s mantra. Two words she lived and breathed by as her heart begged for healing for Charlie. She was a good person and had suffered enough. It was her turn to be blessed and it was Christmas, a time for miracles.

“Thank you for helping me to find my song again. And I promise, I’ll never lose it again.” The choir began to sing, “Oh Holy Night,” and Melody sang along letting the music fill her heart and radiate from inside her for all the world to hear. With the arm of the man she loved around her and his precious child perched on her lap, she knew she’d found the true meaning of Christmas. It wasn’t magic that brought them together, it was a Christmas miracle, the kind that can happen with a leap of faith, music in the air, and the innocence of a child. Turning his head to the side, Michael asked, “Miss Melody, are you an angel?”

“Crystal ma’am! Hey Joey, get this car an oil change, pronto!” I can pay for this but I hardly can scrounge enough of my pay for me and my kid’s Christmas dinner. Borrowing money is out of the question, even asking my worthless ex-husband won’t do. Oh well, I’ll cross the bridge when we get there. After all, it will be December first tomorrow and that leaves twenty-four days to figure out a solution and hope for a miracle. Maybe even pray for a Christmas miracle for me and my babies…