Christmas Movies James Stewart の小説・ストーリー

I took a better look and realized it was Christine's husband. "Merry Christmas, mister". he chuckled softly and came closer to me, "Please call me James". "Alright james". I murmured "So you're surveying the town ".he asked I hissed softy and roughly ran my fingers in my hair. "Not really, I'm looking for a suitable gift to give to someone and I have no idea on what to get him". "You are getting a gift for someone on a day like this ?" he asked in disbelief. "I forgot". I murmured. he shakes his head and thought for a moment.

Estelle smiled and said, “We’re very happy you are here. You don’t have to bring us any gifts.” Gordon and Estelle brought him to the living room. It was not easy for James to take a leave from his shooting and come here, so they asked their maids to prepare a scrumptious meal for him. Estelle asked him all sorts of questions, including what kind of movie he was shooting, and he answered all of them readily. She was happy with his honesty and down-to-earth attitude.

Even though Thorne wasn't present, she always returned to Henderson Mansion with Jasmine for New Year's after getting married to him. As she thought about it, she realized that she hadn't spent New Year's at the Ross family home in seven years. Her phone rang just as she was putting it aside to buy some pyrotechnics. Stewart was on the phone. He offered to send her some of the costly fireworks he had bought. Without ceremony, Charlene said, "Thanks, Stewart." She made the decision not to purchase any more because it seemed like Stewart intended to deliver a large quantity.

Nathaniel's POV The soft glow of the candles Annie had scattered around the living room wrapped the whole space in this warm, cozy atmosphere that felt like the perfect counterpoint to the icy December chill outside. We were sunk into her couch, each holding a mug of hot chocolate, watching one of those completely predictable Christmas movies that play nonstop this time of year. On-screen, the hero was sprinting through an airport to catch the woman he'd fallen madly in love with after what… two weeks? A dramatic soundtrack swelled behind him. Annie laughed, almost choking on her drink.

Maybe it was because his beast was no longer lurking again. Charles Dickens once said: “I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.” This was self-explanatory. There were certainly no Scrooges again who hated Christmas because it was a season of love. Mum was right in how she raised me. I felt so glad everything had turned out in how it was supposed to. I had my father’s sanity, my mum’s love, my brother’s trust, friends like Britney and Thomas I could count on and most especially, my mate.

He chuckled, a sound I'd heard more tonight than in all our time together. He clapped twice, and dim blue lights bloomed overhead. Classical music drifted from somewhere I couldn't see. "We've both been through hell," he said, circling behind me. "So I'm going to help us forget. But first—" His fingers found my zipper. "Let's let you breathe." The gown fell in a pool of fabric around my ankles. I stepped out, cheeks burning. "You made tonight beautiful. Thank you for everything," I hushed. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything for Christmas."

James announces. “James, you can take the rest of the week off. The other staff have all gone home for the holiday.” “Thank you very much, Ma.” “Pat and I will see to the running of the kitchen.” “Ok, ma. Merry Christmas in advance and a happy new year.” “Thank you very much. Here’s a little token for Christmas. You’ve been a dedicated and wonderful staff.” “Thank you very much, Ma.” He responds bowing. “It’s nothing. Geo also has something for you.”

I've had to pause the movie so many times to answer his questions that it's becoming a bit frustrating. I stopped what I was doing because... I didn't want him or myself to miss anything. I should start at Nakatomi Plaza. Second, his wife works there, and her boss invited him to the Christmas party. I turn on the TV again. "How many are there again?" "Five. The first three were written in the 1980s and early 1990s, and the last two were written in the 2000s." I return to watching TV. "I don't get why this movie is about Christmas."

Weston asked. James Conroy was older than Weston and probably in his fifties, but the man was one of those that only got better looking with age. James nodded. “Good, Wes.” He shrugged. “Could be better, you know, if Domain had won best picture but hey, at least we were beat by you over that horrible Life of Death.” Iris’s mouth popped open and she whacked James in the stomach. “You’re awful!” James laughed and pulled her in for a hug. “It was a great movie. You were fantastic.”

“If it makes you happy, we'll have hamburgers.” Aunt Georgia winked at Nicholas. “It does.” Uncle Chris shook his head with a soft smile and then picked up his jacket. He searched his pocket for his keys, and headed out to get hamburgers for the three of them. Aunt Georgia watched him go with a smile before turning to Nicholas.”Well, want to watch some Christmas movies while we wait?” “I was actually hoping we might be able to make some Buche de Noel?” Nicholas asked hopefully. His mouth watered at the thought.