Christmas Song Owl City Novels & Stories

If only he knows I won’t see him. The plasters on his face are gone. And he looks cold, very cold. For the first time in months, I find myself unable to hold back my tears. They pour out uncontrollably as I rest my weight on the window, grabbing my chest and finding it hard to stop my lips from quivering. What a bloody Christmas it has been. Playlist: Come And Get Me (Selena Gomez) – Tara and Zeath Kamin (EMIN, JONY) – Tara and Zeath.

Her smile disappeared as my song broke the silence, and the familiar hushed sigh, the gasps of wonder trickled through the crowd – and she went from looking shell-shocked, to irritated, to furious. By the time we reach our fifth and final song, and I take an awkward bow, the crowd is yelling “encore”. I look back at the boys, and Micah nods, whispering “Winter in Portland”, while Alix mouths “Lumino. Let’s --- Play --- Lumino.” “Winter in Portland,” Micah whispers. “L-U-M-I-N-O”, Alix mouths. Winter in Portland is a slow, mellow song, while Lumino is more upbeat. Plus it’s cute, playful – countryish and fun, like early Taylor Swift.

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.

She hated this already. Soon the building was packed, and she was dismissed from standing in the greeting line to go and mingle with the people. She looked at the clock on her phone, and it was nearing seven. She knew that would be her cue to leave. She smiled, knowing this torture was almost over. At five minutes to seven, there was a noise from the back of the building. No one thought too much about it. It wasn’t like an explosion or anything. When the music started to play, it was the theme song for one of her favorite movies that was older than her but she had watched it with Mav for the first time a few years before. She loved the song and the scene it was from. She thought how fitting

Hasn't the rule always been Christmas music starts on Thanksgiving day? The song changes and new lyrics quickly cover the silence. "Here comes Santa paws" makes my steps falter. How this song is worse than the chipmunks, I don't know, but it is. I pass by the line of carts—my sister's dog doesn't need that many Christmas gifts, even if she does treat him like her new baby. The cute little Yorkie was a gift from her new boyfriend. She thinks it's their chance to raise a puppy together, find out what kind of father he'll be and whether or not he is marriage material. I see it as more of a twelve- to eighteen-year reminder she'll have of this guy if they don't work out.

Eva’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.

Her eyes were downcast, the frown still etched on her face, as though she couldn’t quite be part of this moment. But for the others, they continued, the melody lifting our spirits, and I found myself smiling as I sang the last part with ease: “I’ve got this Christmas song in my heart (Song in my heart), I’ve got the candles glowing in the dark, I’m hanging all the stockings by the Christmas tree, Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me…” “Merry Christmas, everyone!” Charlotte exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Merry Christmas!” the rest of us echoed.

" .......to be continued...... Song credit; Older by Sasha Sloan

“We were in the park, and she just walked by. But she was singing. It was a nice, summer day. Not too hot, a little breeze. And she was singing a Christmas song.” “A Christmas song?” Jamie echoed, but he didn’t look surprised. “Yeah, that one from Christmas Vacation. What’s it called? The Hawaiian one?” “Mele Kalikimaka?” Brandon asked. “Yes, that’s it!” Cadence pointed at her sister’s boyfriend who was standing over by his dad. Her eyes went back to Jamie’s face, frozen for a long moment, and she waited to see if he would burst into tears. Instead, it was laughter that tumbled out of his mouth. “She loved Christmas—but that song wasn’t written until 1949, Cadence.”

**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.