Novel & Cerita Christmas Music Polar Express

I looked at him. At the five year old who had just referred to me as one of his two parents with the complete matter of fact certainty of someone stating an established fact. Two parents. One child. The correct ratio. "When is the Christmas concert?" I said. "December fourteenth," he said. "Ms. Patterson says we're doing a piece about the geological history of the North Pole which is primarily about permafrost." I looked at Amara. She was looking at Noah with the expression she used when he had said something that she needed a moment to absorb.

Her big smile lit up her face as each syllable reverberated, and she and Cassandra sang along to the music : “You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good I need that Charles Dickens You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs. I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen I don't even know, I'm talkin' Christmas I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah) Caught up in the loveliness of the music, she lost herself to the dance, her movements completely in sync with the jubilant tempo of the song.

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

On Christmas Eve, with the temperature at thirteen below zero, a blizzard shut down the interstate in northern New Jersey. The motel at North Ridge Travel Plaza had only two heated rooms left. My hands and feet were numb with cold, but I still walked happily toward Daniel Walker, my husband of five years, a man known for his thoughtfulness. Instead, he walked right past me and handed the last two room keys to his first love Claire Miller, who had just ended her marriage, and her dog Buddy. A woman stranded beside us watched enviously. "Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. He even got a separate room for the dog." Daniel didn't correct her or look back at me. He was too busy taking off his down j

Snow, 'till death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on, let's go Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby I spin her around and then pull her close, keeping one hand on her lower back. I leave a kiss on her nose, then slip my hand into my pocket to retrieve the little box and kneel. Brianna freezes in place, her eyes wide. Sia provides the background music.

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

I feel a little tense in facing her beauty. “Thank you for bringing back my bag. This is really important to me and I can't go out in the house without this,” she said, “By the way, what is your name?” “I-I am Carlos Xyloses and you are Ms. Peterson, right? I heard the officer with you called you that.” “Hahaha! Yea, I'm Ms. Peterson but for you, you can call me on my name.” “What is it your name?” She gave me a smile that quickly took the emptiness in my heart. “My name is Christmas.”

I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and told security to throw him out, but while they weren’t paying attention, he rushed inside. Holding the roses, he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Calista, please give me one more chance. I can’t live without you." At that moment, one of the employees suddenly saw a news alert and shouted, "The Kade Group’s stock is crashing, and they’re facing massive debt! "President Virel, don’t let him fool you. He’s desperate now. He just wants to drain you dry. A scumbag like that is best avoided for life. He’s absolutely disgusting."

Ava's POV The first thing I feel is cold. Not the cold of winter air or snow, but the cold of fear, sharp and deep in my bones. My eyes won't open. My head pounds like something inside is trying to break free. Voices float around me, low and serious. Medical equipment beeps somewhere close. Everything smells like antiseptic and pine needles, a strange mix that makes no sense. I force my eyes open. The light hurts. White ceiling. White walls. A Christmas tree in the corner, tall and perfect, covered in crystal ornaments that catch the light like frozen tears. Where am I?

Chapter 1 Ella Whitmore MERRY CHRISTMAS, JASPER. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. My cheeks burned hot with excitement as I clutched the gift box tightly, reading the inscription on the back one more time before struggling to insert the key into the keyhole. I had been planning this surprise for weeks. Christmas eve was finally here, and I just couldn't wait to see the look Jasper would have on his face when he realized that I actually got him the wristwatch he'd always admired.