Christmas Must Be Something More By Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

Eva’s P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

his project teammate asked. Tynan smiled without joy and shook his head. There was no use explaining how he felt. These people would never understand. Christmas was approaching and while Tynan had a feeling he would be spending it alone, he didn't skimp on decorations and food. He promised that he would have a better Christmas this year compared to the last and he would go all out with or without Laura. If she missed this Christmas, he would prepare a grander one next year and the following year and so on and so forth until he found her again.

And honestly that was the best Christmas present I could have ever gotten. SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS

I and Scott holds on to the switch and after everyone counted from one to three, we pressed it and the tree lighted up. Last Christmas by Taylor Swift is played through the house as everyone screams Merry Christmas. I pull Scott's had to dance with me when I see others dancing. "No fucking way I'm dancing!" He pouts. "You already got me to wear a red shirt and no way I'm doing two hideous things in a day" "Come on, Scott" I pinch his sides. "Nolan and I used to dance to this song" I say and his eyes suddenly widen, his head perking up.

And it was true, she was really thankful towards Maria. They both talked a bit afterwards while setting the breakfast table. Xander came downstairs after a few minutes. He was looking at Scarlett. They all had their breakfast and Xander drove Scarlett to her apartment. She turned on some music in the car. Taylor Swift's "22" was being played. She started singing along. "You know I always wanted to celebrate my 22nd birthday like this. I still do though. Just an year is left." She said smilingly. Xander turned his face around, "you are 21 right now?" He asked a bit shocked.

I've never been in love and being in love with you has made me the happiest man on earth. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my one and only. And of course, another year, another Christmas spent with you and this year, it's going to be slightly different but I'm always going to be there with you through every Christmas that we spend (that's never going to change) for as long as we both live. So, Merry Christmas to my one and only love! I'm probably exaggerating with the exclamation mark but don't mind me, yeah? Open your present, sweetheart and take that baby for a ride.

Each word seems wrong Each action corrupt Caesar, the Church you made is not worth it today In any way In any way Tears roll through my eyes When I see the defeat with pain But that's not the same Church Which Christ envisioned as true In any way In any way The custom of duty If men won't face How will Earth succeed How will I be rich again I want to be rich again But not to donate to Church I won't ever donate You spoilt life's worth You pain You pain me, Church You pain ***** It's Christmas Eve I am alone in grief No church celebrates But I am not in it On the route of life I am still searching for a better In way Which I can create Or life can give Still waiting for someone's smile Still

It was every bit as regular a visitor as Willow’s period and probably even more depressing and painful. Willow also didn’t like the holiday's consumerism, the way it drove ordinary people to spend all their money on pointless gifts while treating underpaid retail workers like shit. She didn’t care for the weather that accompanied Christmastime in this part of the country, either. Everyone seemed to yearn for a white Christmas, like in the song that wasn’t quite as awful as that goddamn Mariah Carey song. While Willow had nothing against snow in and of itself, she hated being cold. The only thing Willow liked about Christmas was flirting with all the hot dads who brought their kids to see San

I whispered to myself. “Miss Taylor?” Mr. Jones called out, and I realized I had spaced out for a few seconds. “Oh, yeah. I went home for the holidays and honestly… I had fun and experienced some miracles.” He smiled and nodded. “Hmmm… that’s what Christmas brings. It’s a time to be happy and experience joy that is unspeakable and love that is unexplainable." He gave me a knowing look. “I believe more miracles will come your way before the New Year, Miss Taylor. I just know it!”

Once they had finished, Melody leaned over, and whispered in Reid’s ear, she said, “I hope next Christmas is just as magical as this one, though I don’t know how that would be possible. Do you think we’ll all be sitting here again this time next year?” “Yes, I do,” he said, nodding his head. “And I think it will be even more magical than this year.” Melody was surprised. “You do? How could it possibly be?” Smiling, he said, “Because by next Christmas, I intend to make sure Michael gets what he wanted for Christmas this year.” Melody beamed, and staring into his blue eyes, twinkling in the reflection from the stage lights, she wished she could kiss him right now, in the middle of the sanctuar