Christmas Must Be Something More By Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

“This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.” “Gushy…” It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “You know… The happy cry ones. Heck, I even tear up when the Grinch’s heart grows at the end of that little cartoon.” She sighed. “But to be fair, I’ve been known to get teary at a heart-tugging commercial at Christmas time.” “Yeah… I don’t do Christmas.” “So, I’ve noticed,” she said, tipping her head to one side to study him. If anything, his features had tightened, his eyes had grown darker. Just the mention of the holiday had been enough to close him up tight. And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him.

I seize her sweater and lift the fabric past her head to remove it. "As beautiful you are in my sweatshirt, you look even more beautiful wearing nothing," I mumble into her ear and kiss the area below it, "You're Christmas beautiful." Yes, I had to reference my own song, remembering how extra wet that gets her. She grabs the back of my head and guides me to her insatiable lips. She pecks my lips and pulls away. "Thank you," she replies. "But you're more Christmas beautiful, Sir. You're hotter than your

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

“Oh thаnk god, I rаng Kау аnd thе kids and they аrе thrіllеd that уоu аrе all соmіng over. I know іt isn’t fоr аnоthеr fіvе months, but juѕt knоwіng уоu’rе соmіng іѕ еnоugh.” “Hеу, wе wаnt tо ѕреnd Chrіѕtmаѕ wіth you. I need this, I wаnt thіѕ Chrіѕtmаѕ tо bе ѕресіаl.”

“It’s just a movie. Movies didn’t get you into this. It is for the 12 Slays of Christmas; you are watching this movie.” Sidney laughed awkwardly—she was talking to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut for an instant and depressed the Play button. The murderous Santa appeared on the screen as the notes of the score wandered a well-worn path through Sidney’s memories. Her chest tightened in reflex then expanded in a flood of nostalgia. “12 Slays of Christmas” had been the first holiday gimmick post that she had tried with her site, which she turned into a social media challenge. And she had seen success.

Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her. Their friends flooded the comments. "Just get together already!" "Forget women. Bros are better. Say you’ll be my new sister-in-law!" "Totally! Brynn’s way better than his wife. At least she doesn’t kill the mood by doing something stupid like throwing cake." She replied with a smirking emoji: "You idiots, stop talking nonsense. Ronan is only fit to be my obedient son for life, got it?" My hands trembled as I exited the group.

I'll be thankful for the rest of my life. Marcus: You don't have to thank us. Your family. That's what family does. Daniel: Also, Marcus is going to propose at Christmas. Everyone acts surprised when it happens. Sophie: DANIEL! That was supposed to be SECRET! Kenya: WAIT WHAT? CHRISTMAS? I NEED TO PLAN AN OUTFIT! MJ: Marcus, you'd better have a good ring. My sister deserves the best. Marcus: I have a good ring. And Daniel, you're fired as my best friend.

"Never say never. Who knows…" Gosh, she was truly hopeless! Not wanting to listen to her nonsense anymore, I ended the call. Later events proved I shouldn't have done that. At least then I could have prepared myself for what was to come. … After the Christmas break, Louis and I both returned to work. The first morning rush after the holidays always resulted in unusually congested traffic. To make matters worse, I seemed to get caught at every red light possible. The trip that usually took no more than half an hour ended up taking me almost 50 minutes.