Christmas Novels & Stories

"So, you're saying the magic isn't necessarily related to Christmas per say, but the season as a whole?" Again, he shrugged. "Maybe. Christmas, Yule, Chanukah, Saturnalia - haven't you ever noticed that almost every culture has some kind of celebration at this time of year? No matter what you call it, it's a time with a pretty deep resonance in the human psyche. In fact, today is the actual solstice, which is the even older holiday. Could be we got zapped here today because this is the most magical day of the year."

“This is the message." I glared at the screen, the words registering before I could even finish reading. “Shipment NX043- delivery time 12:15- date 12/03/25. Everything was the opposite of how it was supposed to be. Above, was my number boldly written as the sender. “There has to be a mistake," I said, reaching out for my own phone.

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a m

Valen was though worried on whatever he made her aware of after the first lecture in the corridor, yet she did not stop grazing the baked snack during the late hours of the night. The month of December has already brought along a rippling atmosphere with the grains of snow barfing in the room along the breezy air. It has started snowing lately after she returned home. Hardly has it been few hours and already the entire city was covered with the white layer of snow welcoming the Christmases joy. Although the wolves have their own set f festival they still believed in celebrating the arrival of the God of hope and peace, Jesus.

People singing Christmas carols, couples kissing under the mistletoe, everyone in a joyful mood, and of course fried chicken is always involved Christmas is known for the birth of Christ and also a time families get together, a time for giving and getting a time everyone is expected to be happy In a old orphanage owned by the Catholic church The Sisters who took care of the children thought of an idea that might bring up the kids spirits. So they gathered all the children round

She had already given him the religious meaning of it, but there seemed to be more to it than just that. "Christmas is a special time of the year," she began with a smile. "It doesn't actually matter if you celebrate Christmas, Kwanza, or Hanukah…this time of the year is a time for celebrating and enjoying your friends and family. It's a time to just relax and be content." "But why is everyone buying things?" he asked her.

“I want a tree for this place, he said no, I begged, he said no, I pleaded, he said no, I...” “I think we get it!” Derrick said grabbing his wrist with a sigh. “It's because he's Scrooge!” Demi said and grinned when Derrick glared at her. “Christmas is a time for celebration, love, happiness, presents, and spending a shitload of money. Have you got him a gift yet?” Jordan glanced at Derrick to see his jaw clench and his stomach tightened at the expression. He looked down at his hands hearing Demi sigh and seeing her shake her head when she walked up the metal steps to her bedroom.

I asked as I curled up in James’s lap “Not putting up Christmas decorations till after the 1st of December” “Ok guys we have prom before Christmas”

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

Holly admitted. "You're named after a plant common at Christmas, and yet I sense no Christmas spirit." Santa huffed. "I was named after god." she corrected. "Ah, Holy?" he asked. The blonde just nodded. "But you share a name, doesn't that mean something?" he asked. Holly heaved a sigh. "I decorated my home with my sister and friends," she began. "I helped build a snowman, made lots of sweets, and I'm making everyone Christmas jumpers." Holly turned to him, greeny-brown eyes bright with newfound vigor.