Christmas Song Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

I turn on the radio, and the sound of Blaze Halo’s Christmas album fills the car with jazzy holiday music. Since they are songs, we all know the words, to the four of us end up singing along, even if a little off-key. It's fun, though, as we drive to the waterfront park. There is a small event for Christmas Eve going on, and the trellis will be lit up with blue and white lights decorated with wreaths and other holiday-related decors.

Evangeline Snow'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.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." "Merry Christmas, honey." END VOLUME FOUR-PART ONE

Cainan heard, however, and he barked out a laugh before pulling her closer so she snuggled against his chest. “So it’s settled then? Jasmin sings and Cainan plays the piano. Christmas eve can’t get any better!” “Can you sing any Christmas song?” Cainan whispered into Jasmin’s ear. Nodding, she revealed, “A few, but their lyrics will be a mess.” “I’ve got you,” he dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, “what is your favourite Christmas song?” “I don’t have one anymore.” “Then let me rephrase, what was your favourite Christmas song as a child?”

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.

Six “Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A magical sight, beyond compare. Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam, Filling hearts with a festive dream.” In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound.

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

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.

Christmas was going to be a disaster. And maybe… something much worse.