Christmas Narnia Novels & Stories

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

she declared, her little face lighting up as we passed by another home decked out with twinkling lights and an inflatable snowman. "We'll have to see what Santa can do," I teased, tapping her nose with a smile. The sound of carolers in the distance added to the magical Christmas atmosphere, their voices sweet and full of cheer, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air. As we rounded the corner, the soft glow of string lights led us to the heart of the Christmas carnival. I hadn’t realized there was a carnival happening tonight, but Arabella’s eyes widened at the sight of the Ferris wheel, stalls selling hot cocoa, and children laughing as they ran from one game to another. It was festive, c

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

“That means he’s close, right?” Adonis nodded. “Close, yes. But you’ve still got time,” he winked. “It looks like the scene right out of a movie,” Logan sighed. The presents were piled high, with various wrapping paper. The stockings were hung by the fireplace, with their names on each one. The fire was lit, and everyone was happy. Even Carl, who had been sullen and withdrawn the past few days, was caught up in the Christmas spirit. He pointed to the phone, explaining to Mira that Santa still had a long way to go before he reached their house.

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

The snow was falling, it was a cold morning and little Gideon ran to the living room. He was the first to wake up that morning. Last night which was Christmas Eve, he had prayed to Santa to fix his family. Nanny Grace walked pass the living room and saw little Gideon admiring the well decorated Christmas tree. Poor Gideon she thought as there were no gifts below the giant Christmas tree. Mr. and Mrs. Romero could not get Christmas gifts for the boy? Little Gideon’s nanny Grace an elderly woman of about fifty asked herself. She went back to her room and came back hiding a package behind her. “Merry Christmas Romero junior.” She whispered from behind. He turned around, gave a cheerful smile an

Especially standing next to a Prius. On the other hand, trying to stuff that many light-up candy canes into my Barracuda would’ve been fucking sacrilege, so maybe it was just as well. Christmas. We didn’t do Christmas. Until Nate came along. Now, apparently, we did Christmas on steroids. “Real car,” Nate huffed. “Real piece of — eep,” he finished, as I crowded him up against the car and loomed at him. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”

ATHOS The Christmas House was wrapped in a magical and welcoming atmosphere. Lights twinkled on the facade, creating a dazzling sight that could be seen from afar. A grand decorative arch, made of pine, golden ornaments, and red ribbons, adorned the entrance of the house, inviting everyone to come in and celebrate the festivity. Inside, the main living room was the epicenter of the celebration. A majestic Christmas tree stood in the center, decorated with a profusion of sparkling ornaments, from colorful balls to handmade decorations. Twinkling lights filled the tree, casting a soft and festive glow throughout the room.