Christmas Must Be Something More By Taylor Swift Romane & Geschichten

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

I flicked my wrist, checking the time before turning back to look at her. “They're rehearsing with the others,” my steps faltered at her words. “You need to hear them sing Ms Wilson, absolutely beautiful,” she gushed still oblivious to my rising anger directed at her. “I'm pretty sure I made it clear that my kids won't be a part of any of the school's Christmas celebrations,” I said in a deadly calm voice that had her shuffling on her feet before stuttering out the next words.

I look down at her peaceful face and I decide I like her a lot better with her mouth shut. Yanking myself back to the present, I realize that the only option available to me is parked seven cars across, the key sitting in my soiled breast pocket. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

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.*

“Shall we go get decorations today?” James sighs. “I’m not going to change your mind, am I?” “Exactly.” I smile and plant another kiss on his cheek. Then I get out of bed and rummage through the closet for clean clothes to wear. There’s no way I’m going out in this scruffy red sweater with a drunken Santa on it. I still have some dignity. Kind of. James and I get ready and hop in the car. While he drives, I turn on the Christmas playlist. We sing at the top of our lungs until we park, and we’re still humming as we finish belting out All I Want for Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey.

Besides, how could she be in Texas and not see a ranch. If there were any drawbacks to this trip, it would be the timing. A week after Thanksgiving, and every fucking store, restaurant, street, or whatever, sported Christmas decorations up the ying yang. With no Christmas spirit, she almost resented people who had it. She didn't have much she felt like celebrating this year. Her personal life left a lot to be desired at the moment, and she didn't need to wear her misery for others to see. If she had to endure holiday cheer at all, at least it didn't have to be in Chicago. Too bad she didn't have the same quick change for her mental state.

A Gift of Unexpected Support The first snow of the season fell quietly outside, covering the ground in a soft white blanket. Estonia and Travis sat by the fireplace, their living room aglow with the warmth of the crackling flames. Christmas was just around the corner, and this year, the holiday carried a deeper meaning for them. It would be their last Christmas as just the two of them; by this time next year, they would be celebrating with their daughter.

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Weeks later it was the Christmas season, so much excitement everywhere and the snow was falling beautifully on the soil slowly piling up; “It’s Christmas eve” Mark said as he watched the snow fall through his window “The tree is the best part of Christmas to me, it just brings warmth to the house” Tasha was hugging her husband by the side, it was the first Christmas they will be celebrating after so many years and it was with their complete family. “Do you want me to come pick out a tree with you?” Mark asked “I don’t want what happened during thanks giving to happen again, I don’t know if Summer will be ok with it” She did not want anything to go wrong today so she did not make any irrati

“Babe. You're beautiful.” She smiled and swung her shoulder length, blunt cut, blonde hair that I'd chosen for her to make. “Thanks sweetheart.” I placed my hand on her back and hugged her. “Did you enjoy the turkey?” She nodded. “Let's go.” As we headed out. She asked, “Are we going to the office now?” I pinched her cheek. “No, babe. There is still one more thing left to do.” She raised a brow. “And I guess I'm not allowed to ask you what it is?” She asked.