Christmas Music Polar Express Novels & Stories

He was standing there in a plain sweater and jacket with his hands in his pockets and an open yet guarded look on his face. “Merry Christmas,” he said. She smiled. “Merry Christmas.” Neither of them moved for a moment. Then Bryan cleared his throat from the living room, very loudly. “We’ll be on the second floor, Perry called. “Not listening.” “Uh uh, not listening!” Bryan echoed. Tyler’s voice followed, quieter.“Have fun.” Peter chuckled under his breath. “Your children are terrifying.”

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

I smiled at Zara who chuckled in response. “Finally! I have something to work with.” she retorted. ** “On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, na-na-na-la-dee-dah... AND A PARTIDGE IN A PEAR TREE!” I was surprised that Nik’s singing voice hadn’t shattered the all glass windows in the neighbourhood instead of just my eardrums. “Nik! Would you stop that screeching?” I pleaded, chucking some flour his way. He merely grinned at me, wiping his flour covered face on the apron he wore before continuing on with his atrocious song. I swear the guy should be in the Guinness Book of Records for most unusual brother in the world.

Bright colorful Christmas lights decorated the place and classic instrumental songs engulfed the atmosphere. "Not a very impressive idea for our first date Sinister." I teased. .

Now, it was paid off but sitting empty. Putting the unpleasantness out of her mind, Memory switched on the Christmas music and hummed along to “Silent Night” as she checked the stock room to make sure she had the candy cane ornaments ready to ship. She loved music but never sang and only hummed if no one else was around to hear her chronically off-tune voice.

Honored the guy's final wish, like closing a chapter. "So, this is where we hold our musicals," Druscilla said, pushing open the heavy door with a soft creak. The room sprawled out before us, crammed with instruments—gleaming guitars on stands, a drum set tucked in the corner, violins resting like sleeping birds on velvet cases. Christmas lights twinkled from the rafters, casting a warm, multicolored glow, and a massive tree loomed in the center, decked out with ornaments that shimmered like stars. The whole place screamed holiday cheer, even though the season was long gone.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

Paisley confessed, quickly adding, “I think is the right thing to do,, but there’s a lot to think about – how will we get through all the ice – it’s so cold, and there’s polar bears and things!” “Don’t worry, we’ll figure everything out.” Riley assured her. “But we have to move fast, there’s only two weeks to Christmas.” “When are we gonna go?” Ryder inquired. They all exchanged glances, then decided. “As soon as possible.”

I can still feel his gaze burning into the back of my head. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he says, laughing before going back to helping me decorate the tree while Christmas music plays. One particular lyric feels very fitting for what I’m starting to feel for Josh. *All I Want for Christmas Is You.*