Christmas Songs Polar Express Novels & Stories

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.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

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.

Playlist Song#1: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town by Michael Bublé DAPHNE’S POV “These freaking luggages! Urghh!” I groan, surprisingly able to drag three heavy boxes up a flight of stairs without twisting both my ankles, but that only means I look and feel like my large intestine is about to fall out through my crack any second now. “Orison, arggh, why didn’t you pick up your phone?” I muse to myself, breaking a sweat even though it’s freezing out here, but the question I should be asking is why I thought I would be able to carry all my luggages on my own in the first place. Thankfully, I reach Orison’s door on the last floor, and I strain to fish out the spare keys he gave me.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

This year we had a white and red striped pants and long sleeved tees with the words 'merry Christmas yah filthy animal' Courtesy of the very humorous Lorraine Mitchell of course. Jake and Dereck sang Christmas Carols while and I played a bit on the piano. I was so proud of him, he is so amazing. He and Dereck have very melodic voices a girl can fall hypnotised over. I don't think I can ever live without him or his handsome voice. When noon came we began to get ready to head out to my mom's house. She had prepared for this dinner since last night so I knew not to keep her waiting. Besides, I missed her so, she always seemed busy with work at the hospital.

“ Boys, you are right. I haven’t sung with you in a while. That was wrong of me and I am sorry. If I sing you two songs right now will you think about forgiving me?” “ Two songs, a dance, and hugs. Then we forgive.” Jax says. I have to bite my tongue to not laugh. When Jax is in the serious mode he hates to be laughed at. “ Young man, I thank you for forgiving me. You have a deal.So what songs do you want? And are you going to help?” “ One sec,” Jace says. I let them talk amongst themselves to figure out what songs they want me to do. While I’m waiting I hear footsteps but don’t pay attention. My focus is on my nephews. “ Ok. Yes, we sing with you. But dance song second.” Jax says. “ Firs

At least, that's what she believed. "Three, two, one! MERRY CHRISTMAS!" The deafening and incredibly good music welcomed the 25th of December with the presentation of the most awaited singer, who celebrated with us and toasted us with a single drink before singing. Carl put his arm around my shoulders, hugged me, pulled me into his mouth and we had a kiss that almost erased our surroundings. The singer intoned a lively and well-known pop ballad, the laughter mingling with the din, that kiss became epic for both of us, and "I love you" came out of our mouths like greetings from reality.

“Fingers crossed. Your mom’s calling.” “Ray? Come down, let’s go. Your grandma is blaring up my phone.” “Daddy, can I share food and gifts with you guys tomorrow?” “Sure,” Jai says, starting the car. “Hurray. It’s freezing, and everywhere is covered in snow.” “Yes, it is,” I say, pulling up the neck my turtleneck sweater. I switch on the radio, and ‘All I want for Christmas is you’ starts playing. “I don't want a lot for Christmas.” Ray sings.