Novel & Cerita Christmas Presents Harry Potter

“Do you promise you won’t judge me?” “Scout’s honor, but before we get to that, here is your midnight treat,” Harry said, placing a sterling silver tray on the stand next to Pierce. As much as he wanted to indulge in the finest cigar that could ever grace a person’s lip, he passed it for the celebratory drink. He had two kids on the way, and a cigar would do nothing for him but give him temporary pleasure and a higher risk of a chronic disease. “You changed your mind on the cigar?” “Yeah.”

Lewis walked in confidently, "Put the knife away, it's dangerous to play with knives." Lewis was holding a gift box. He really had come to deliver something. Judy put the knife down. She was at a loss about what to do with Lewis suddenly barging in. She thought Lewis wouldn't come again. Lewis sat down on the sofa by himself, opened the gift box, and inside was a Christmas tree, made entirely of pure gold. Judy was surprised: "Sir, what do you mean by this?" "Christmas is coming, so I'm giving you a Christmas tree." Lewis said domineeringly, "You can make a wish, and I'll help you achieve it as long as I can."

He lay out invitingly on a wolfskin rug, looking at me forlornly. “I'm cold-” “Don't even start, kid.” “I am not a child,” he said, petulant. “You act like one, Corpseboy.” Hurt marred his face. I swallowed my guilt and looked away: Puck's haphazardly strung Christmas lights formed a rainbow web in the rafters, and a charred hemlock , hung with beer, stood in for the holiday tree. “God, what is this?” I muttered, sneezing at the musty upholstery. Elephant tusks hung on the wall, mounted beside a unicorn horn and what I imagined was a dragon's jaw.

“I think you’ll like this one.” She set her mug to the side and carefully pulled open the paper. A beautiful leather bound book came out. The Silmarillion was emblazoned in gold leaf in beautiful flowing script. “It’s an older book, but I thought you might like it,” Mark told her. “I know how much you enjoyed The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.” She ran her fingers over the beautiful book. “Thank you, Dad.” She handed him her wrapped package. “Merry Christmas.”

It is hard to chew it as I try my best to smile innocently at Sky who sighs and pokes my full cheeks, commenting that I look like a chipmunk. “Option one from about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Harry Potter Series.” Lia chimes in, motioning the pile of seven movie sitting on the edge of the coffee table. I laugh, watching as Lia begins to take the first movie – Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. I movie full of magic and a revolution at the end. Seems fitting to what I am dealing with right now. “What the other option?” Sky asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“But I thought we’re not doing any, like usual.” “Well,” Aiden said. “This time it’s special.” He handed the boy the little wrapped box. Aiden noticed Haru’s hands were trembling when he accepted the box, which pleased him. “I…I thought I wasn’t getting anything from you,” Haru said. “Why would I not give anything to my cute Haru when it’s Christmas?” Aiden said, chuckling. “Open it.” Haru did, though he had trouble with it since his hands were shaking that badly. In the end, Aiden helped him, and when Haru opened the little box, it was to reveal a silver necklace with a dragon pendant.

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

Jingle finished last, pulling from her mouth to cum across her tits, white ropes mixing with their saliva on her swollen pink nipples. They collapsed around her, bodies tangled on the rug, the fire's warmth chasing the chill. Santa kissed her forehead, Jingle nuzzled her neck, Frost traced her hip, real men, flawed and fond, in the magic of the night. "Merry Christmas, Dory," Santa murmured, voice thick with emotion. She smiled, spent and throbbing, the fantasy alive in her veins. "Best gift ever."

He'd been meticulous, checking every tag. "You didn't peek, did you?" I asked, settling onto the couch. "No! Santa said peeking means no presents next year!" "Smart man, that Santa," Braham murmured, sitting beside me. The next hour was chaos in the best way. Leo tore through his presents with the enthusiasm of a small tornado—dragon toys, art supplies, books, the elaborate castle set Braham had spent three hours assembling on Christmas Eve while Leo slept. "This is the BEST Christmas EVER!" Leo announced, already building his castle.

He moves his hand to my neck and pulls me into a kiss. …. "Present time! Present time!" The three kids chanted as they ran to the Christmas tree. "Be careful! Nobody needs to get hurt on Christmas!" Sara warns running after them. My dad was already leaning against the chimney waiting for the kids to start the mess. Harry and I on the other hand were taking our sweet time walking towards the main show. "Okay now that we're all here, let's start the gift exchanging!" Dad says and almost immediately the kids started holding onto to boxes.