Christmas Must Be Something More By Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

RIVER Taylor is leaning casually on the doorframe when I turn around. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I stare at him. He moved to sit beside me on the bed and wrapped his arms around my shoulder. I explained the entire call to him and watched the smile on his face grow. “He wants us to come for Christmas,” I murmured gently. “I think that’s a very lovely plan,” he murmured back. I turned to him gently, and he kissed my lips before pressing his forehead to mine, our breath mixing gently. I felt my cheeks get hot from the contact, and my stomach swirled with joy, but it was the first swirl I had had in two weeks.

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

She smiles, hugging me even tighter as if she's not ready to let go either. After a couple of minutes, we say our goodbyes and I situate myself into the car, driving off with a heavy heart. Once I get on the highway, I play some music to lighten my mood and distract myself of what's to come. 'Cruel Summer' by Taylor Swift starts playing from my playlist. God, I love her so much. Thought, the song doesn't quite match the aura since it is Christmas. So, I change it to 'Midnight Rain', which brings me an unexplainable amount of comfort and relief.

"Nowhere. I tried to talk him out of it, but I don't think it did any good. Him not coming to the mall with us is a sign that he isn't celebrating Christmas with mom. " "Maybe he has his presents ready?" Sinclair says and I chuckle. "I don't think so, babe. He's the last-minute guy. " "He'll come around, Little Greene. I don't want you to worry about it. " He laces his fingers through mine and rests it on my thigh. I smile before pressing my lips against it. "I know. " "Ohhhh, I love this part!" He grins, then in a Sam Smith voice; he sings, "There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but they'll never love you like I can, can, can—"

He whisper something, that I really couldn't decipher, to himself. "You're up!" I say enthusiastically. Well, tried to. What is he thinking about? "Baby all I want for Christmas is you." "Oh-ho, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere, and the sound of children's laughter fills the air..." we harmonized on the bridge of the song. "That was amazing!" I exclaim. "I know. We wouldn't have gone to the Box if I knew it would have been so much fun here." He gives me a lazy smirk as he takes timely steps towards me.

He doesn't have to sing for her to know it's Ed Sheeran's 'Kiss me'. It feels more like a Valentine’s present than a Christmas’ present. "When did you even make this?" "After I got to my dorm, the night before we came here. I was going to give you something else, of course, don't think I would purposely ruin your Christmas present a third time." He rushes to explain so she lets him finish, but it is so adorable she jumps at his lap and kisses him right after he stops talking. "This is the sweetest thing ever. Thank you."

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites

His Christmas brat POV: Jessa “I’m not doing Christmas this year.” I mutter it while tossing clothes into my red weekender bag, folding nothing, dancing in nothing but a thong and an old college tee that barely covers my ass. Mariah’s hitting her high notes through my speaker like she’s personally sick of my seasonal depression. The plan? Solo winter break. Just me, a few bottles of Moscato, and some emotionally stunted men on N*****x.

“Oh, shut up! Everyone is running around pretending to like each other, pretending to be cheery, pretending they don’t all want to kill each other over politics and religion every five seconds—” “Yeah, it’s great!” I interrupt. “I don’t want to argue over politics and religion. I just want to sing some Christmas carols, drink some hot chocolate in my ugly Christmas sweater, and forget about everything else that goes on during the other eleven months of the year. Is that too much to ask?” Yasmin, my co-worker, who hasn’t done much other than hold the things required for me to decorate the shop today, smirks and shrugs.

I've always wanted to dance to this song with him, especially during this holiday season but he's never been interested. The song was interrupted by a notification and I wiped my hands on a towel as I picked up the phone. A smile formed on my face and my sour mood was immediately replaced by excitement. I had successfully booked us a beautiful spot on the largest cruise ship in Toronto for a month! Jax had always wanted to spend his holidays on a cruise ship like this one and I made sure that his wish came to pass this year. Yes, I'm crazy, I used my whole year's savings just for this. But who cares? Love is crazy, isn't it?