Novel & Cerita Christmas Songs Polar Express

“This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.” “Gushy…” It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “You know… The happy cry ones. Heck, I even tear up when the Grinch’s heart grows at the end of that little cartoon.” She sighed. “But to be fair, I’ve been known to get teary at a heart-tugging commercial at Christmas time.” “Yeah… I don’t do Christmas.” “So, I’ve noticed,” she said, tipping her head to one side to study him. If anything, his features had tightened, his eyes had grown darker. Just the mention of the holiday had been enough to close him up tight. And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

And his deadly tone tells me no nonsense. After that, he falls silent again and turns up the radio in the car. The fucking playlist in the radio is like it's meant to annoy and torture me right now. All kind of heartbreak songs are being played. They fucking kidding me? It's one week to Christmas can't they play some fucking Christmas songs? Just as I thought so Mariah Carey, with All I want for Christmas is you, starts playing. And straight after Lonely this Christmas from Elvis Presley starts. Nearly furious I switch the fucking radio off. "Are they all fucking kidding me?" I burst out. "Why does this fucking world hate me so much? Gosh, is it the fact that I was born? Even this fucking ra

Dark clouds sat like unhappy hats on the tops of the mountains as snow fell, turning the dark green pine trees to white statues. “It’s a great view,” he agreed, settling into his chair. He stretched his legs out under the table, wiggling his toes. They’d both loosened their boots and now the circulation was slowly returning to his feet. “It’s kind of what I imagine the North Pole looks like,” Holly told him, her eyes still glued to the window. “The North Pole?” Nathan wondered why she was thinking of the North Pole. This was more like Antarctica with the mountain ranges. “Yeah. Like Santa,” she said with a smile. She motioned to the Christmas tree behind him and it was then that he noticed t

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

But the song he was hearing was uplifting his mood - “Give love on Christmas Day…No greater gift is there than love.” “What beautiful lyrics.” Polly thought. He stayed there for a while and listened to some more songs playing in the background. “I think I’m gonna love Christmas.”

she teased. "Hey, now! I wouldn't go that far." She laughed as a blush colored her cheeks. The choir continued to the next house and then another, singing all of the classic Christmas songs in the folder and even ones that weren't. Of course, they didn't expect anything in return, but one family gave them hot chocolate, and a few others gave donations to the church. In all, they had a wonderful time.

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."

I read as I swipe down the list, “There’s Christmas carols on the playlist——Silent Night, We Three Kings, The First Noel…” Before I can finish, Jamie strikes a cold stare at me, “No.” “No Christmas carols? Oh, okay.” I swipe to the next session, “We can do Christmas Pop too——Justin Bieber’s Mistletoe, Robbie Williams’s Merry Kissmas, oh wow there’s even Lil Nas X’s HOLIDAY.” He’ll totally nail his entrance with these songs. However, it seems like Jamie doesn’t think so. He gives me a deep exhale, “No. Chandelier. No.”