Christmas Must Be Something More By Taylor Swift นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her eyes were downcast, the frown still etched on her face, as though she couldn’t quite be part of this moment. But for the others, they continued, the melody lifting our spirits, and I found myself smiling as I sang the last part with ease: “I’ve got this Christmas song in my heart (Song in my heart), I’ve got the candles glowing in the dark, I’m hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree, Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me…” “Merry Christmas, everyone!” Charlotte exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Merry Christmas!” the rest of us echoed.

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

Ray sings. “There is just one thing I need.” I join. “I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree,” Jordan sings while we stay quiet. “I just want you for my own,” I say. “More than you could ever know.” Ray sings, gazing at me. “Make my wish come true,” Jordan says, looking at me. Eyes on the road, please. “All I want for Christmas is you.” We all chorus, pointing to one another. In no time, we see the Bakers’ gigantic estate gate bars, all covered with literally uncountable strands of twinkle lights. As we drive in, we feed our eyes with the Christmas decorations from different angles of the estate.

“Besides, he can’t be as difficult as a class full of sulking second graders on a test day.” “You’re right. Nicholas can’t be as difficult. Because he’s much worse.” Mr. Kerstman snorted with a laugh after his own joke. “But if anyone can put the Christmas spirit into that boy, it’s you, Molly. I swear, if you can’t do it, no one can.” “If you can’t do it, I give up,” Mrs. Kerstman agreed. Molly smiled at the compliment. Christmas was definitely her thing.

I sat quietly, and turned to look at the tree with her. “I don’t want it to end.” Chastity whispered. “What?” I asked. “Christmas.” “It was a great day.” “It was the best Christmas I have ever had. For me, Christmas meant making huge meals for everyone I wasn’t allowed to share in. It meant listening as everyone else opened gifts, and had fun. Until Jax left for school he would give me a gift, and so did Luna Jane, but once they were gone those stopped.” “Chastity, I am so sorry.”

Clark wrapped his arms around her as they stared at the children. “This is nice,” she said. “What?” “I’ve always dreamed of having a big family with a couple of kids.” She'd never spoken about family. Clark paused, waiting for her to speak more of her wishes. “This has been the best Christmas I’ve ever had, Clark. Thank you so much for bringing me along with you.” He smiled, and they made their way up the porch steps. “Mistletoe,” Sophie said, shouting the words across the yard. Clark looked up and saw the damning piece of decoration. He glared at his younger sister.

“For people I care about, who I’m grateful to have in my life. That’s what Christmas is about – celebrating, treasuring the people you love, making them happy. It’s not the presents. It’s the smile you put on their faces when you give them presents, when they tear off that shiny wrapping paper and see something they want. You see, if you give a present to someone close to you, you know what they want so they’re bound to be happy with what you get them. If you don’t know what someone wants, it just means you probably shouldn’t be getting them a present.” Rainier says nothing. He’s just looking at me. Intently. Shit. Did I say something I shouldn’t have? Have I said too much? “I’m sorry,” I mu

Standing up and straightening out her robe, she says, "My fun Christmas is sitting on my bed with a huge cup of hot chocolate, watching so many N*****x series, and cuddling with one of my mom's huge knitted sweaters. Some might think of it as a sad and lonely way of spending Christmas. Some might even call me a Grinch, but that wouldn't be fair because I don't ruin anyone's Christmas. But that's just the way I like it. Those days when Christmas was so lively for me, they're gone. Now I just see it as another ordinary day passing by. " "You're aware," Kendrick agrees, "I could say the same thing too, especially when there's not much family to spend it with."

I think I might cry with tears of joy. With each word your tenderness grows, Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart "Lovely..." He sang. "Never ever change..." "I won't," I answered. He crinkled his nose to me. "Merry Christmas, love," he said. "The best Christmast for me..." Zach hugged me tightly "It's a tie, love," he answered, I laughed. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it?

I'd try my best, even though it's my first Christmas without Dean, since we aren't too big on holidays or relatives in general. Christmas was a sordid affair, dad and mum in a subdued mood as Felix Navidad came up in the speakers. Dean's favorite Christmas song, and he shows it by moving his body, so out of tune with the beat, it was downright funny. His chicken wings dance, and his almost perfect imitation of a rooster. I smiled sadly, cleaning my tears with the back of my hands. Dad and mum held on to each other, singing along to Silent Night the tears falling freely from their faces. They looked so beautiful together, even with the tears. Staring into space, all thought of the scrumptious