Christmas Song Phineas And Ferb Novels & Stories

The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us. As our lips drew near for a tender kiss, our children, Heitor and Maria Flor, couldn't resist voicing their mock protest. "Ew, stop it!" they exclaimed in unison, wrinkling their little noses in playful disgust. We couldn't help but chuckle at their adorable reaction, our hearts filled with the warmth of the moment. Our laughter echoed through the room, blending with the joy and love that permeated the air. It was a perfect Christmas, a celebration not only of the holiday itself but of the deep and unbreakable bond that held

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” I sigh, mumbling sleepy nonsense and refusing to open my eyes. I roll over, slinging my arm out over the pups and trapping at least one wriggling little body beneath me. “Mommy, wake up!” They exclaim, giggling delightedly. “It’s Christmas!” I mutter a bit more, groggily cracking one eyelid. “Wha’s happening?” “Mommy, it’s Christmas!” They cry again. “Christmas?” I repeat, sitting up now and stretching. “Are you sure, wasn’t that yesterday?”

“They love you to pieces.” I smiled then. And that’s how we fell asleep. Both of us smiling. Me holding her hand. Her thankful to be a part of a close knit group. And me thankful that I got to do this. I got my second chance. I’d never been more thankful for anything. <> Something was tickling me. I opened my eyes to see Frankie’s big ass head close to my face. I looked at him funny. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Just waking you up princess. It’s Christmas!!” He said smiling.

POV: Jessa He just sighs and holds the basket. Back in the truck, I cue the only song that matters. “Santa baby…” I sing, sweet and slow as the engine warms. “Slip a sable under the tree…” Nick’s jaw flexes. His hands settle on the steering wheel, tight. I sing louder. Breathier. “For me…” He says nothing. I grin and keep going. “Been an awful good girl…” I lick my lips, just to see if he notices.

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."

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.

December 23rd, 11:49 p.m. Inside the house, the Christmas party is buzzing with fifty people mingling under the twinkling lights, Bing Crosby's smooth voice crooning "White Christmas" in the background, and the air thick with the cozy scents of cinnamon and bourbon. Dad's booming laugh echoes from the living room, where he's belting out off-key carols with his boss, totally oblivious to the tension that's been simmering all night between me and Marcus.

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

"Daddy, why are you crying?" My trembling gaze lifted. Only then did I realize my face was already covered in tears. I was overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak toward Noelle. Perhaps I also felt hatred for Ivana. However, right now, I had to stay cheerful and accompany Noelle through the last moments of her life. I turned off my phone screen, wiped away my tears, and said, "Sweetheart, I'm just too happy. Tonight is Christmas Eve, and you will be safe and sound." Less than half a minute later, Ivana finally called me back.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.