Christmas Music Polar Express Novels & Stories

The grand ballroom of the Evergreen Manor glittered under crystal chandeliers, strings of fairy lights weaving through evergreen garlands. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as guests in tuxedos and gowns celebrated the Christmas gala. I sat at the grand piano, fingers dancing over ivory keys, pouring my silence into melodies that spoke for me. Sara Wilson, the mute pianist, that's what they called me. Born without a voice, I let music be my words, my rebellion against a world that demanded sound.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

“This is the message." I glared at the screen, the words registering before I could even finish reading. “Shipment NX043- delivery time 12:15- date 12/03/25. Everything was the opposite of how it was supposed to be. Above, was my number boldly written as the sender. “There has to be a mistake," I said, reaching out for my own phone.

He could feel she had a thin bra underneath. But still her nipple was so aroused he easily located it and pinched it between his thumb and finger. "Mmmm, Santa. That feels nice." She moaned. He pulled her nipple firmly. She tugged at the pillow. Chris helped ease her access by using his other hand to pull his pants out. The pillow slid out. He let his pants drop to the floor and placed his hand on her other breast. The Christmas music in the background was a familiar song with the refrain "Let it snow, let it snow..."

Dark clouds sat like unhappy hats on the tops of the mountains as snow fell, turning the dark green pine trees to white statues. “It’s a great view,” he agreed, settling into his chair. He stretched his legs out under the table, wiggling his toes. They’d both loosened their boots and now the circulation was slowly returning to his feet. “It’s kind of what I imagine the North Pole looks like,” Holly told him, her eyes still glued to the window. “The North Pole?” Nathan wondered why she was thinking of the North Pole. This was more like Antarctica with the mountain ranges. “Yeah. Like Santa,” she said with a smile. She motioned to the Christmas tree behind him and it was then that he noticed t

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

she exclaimed, pointing to a small boy with messy brown hair, who was surrounded by a group of kids. As they approached, Jamie turned around, his face breaking into a wide grin. “Polaris! You came!” he shouted, running towards her and throwing his arms around her waist. Polaris knelt down, hugging him tightly. “Of course! Happy Birthday, Jamie! I brought some goodies for your party!” The other kids gathered around, their eyes sparkling with excitement. William watched as Polaris interacted with them, her genuine love and warmth radiating from her. His heart ached with admiration as he saw how effortlessly she connected with each child, making them feel special.

As soon as the bell rang marking the end of the school day, the three of us squeezed into Tori’s worn-out hatchback, our breath fogging the windows and the heater blasting against the December chill. Of course, Millie took charge of the music, excitedly selecting her classic "holiday cheese" playlist that kicked off with a hilariously cheery version of "All I Want for Christmas Is You." By the time we parked in front of Joe’s Ice Cream Parlor, we were all singing along, our laughter filling the car like confetti.

Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm. The silent restroom was filled only with the faint sound of my breathing and the howling wind outside. All of the hurt and past grievances that I'd deliberately tried to shove aside came flooding over me once more. I remembered what had happened last Christmas. Ava received a brand-new fur coat, and Jamie got a limited-edition werewolf figurine. What I got was a hand-me-down sweater from Ava, which she'd outgrown. The collar was already loose from repeated wear and washing, and the sleeves were fraying.

I looked once more at my princess lying on the cold bed, I felt every inch of my body shudder with rage and fury. Exit the hospital towards the parking lot. I got into my car and left on a painful and sad path of homesickness. As I drove, I felt my muscles rotting as if a virus had taken over everything. I parked near the shore and started walking. It was already dark and the lights from the buildings adorned the city, like decorations on a Christmas tree. My Christmas miracle. What did my father mean by that?