Novel & Cerita Christmas Songs Polar Express

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

“I’ll do it,” I tell her. “I’ll sing for you.” Her eyes grow wide. “You can sing?” I nod. “What song is it?” “‘What Child Is This?'” she answers. “I know it.” I probably know every Christmas song by heart. “You’ll bring her to the hospital?” I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes. “Sure,” he answers.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

**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 could cry… but not from sadness, from pure joy. “With each word, your tenderness grows, Tearing my fears apart…” This was all real. “And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart…” “Lovely…” Jazper sang with a soft smile. “Never, ever change…” “I won’t,” I whispered, already tearing up. He crinkled his nose back at me. “Merry Christmas, love,” he said. I nodded, holding back my happy tears. “The best Christmas of my life.”

Ava and Ana wore Christmas plump dresses and glittering caps too. As soon as Flynn and I joined them, we started singing as a piano and guitar was played to add rythm to the song. "Silent night.. Holy night... All is bright... All is calm.. Round your virgin mother and child.. Holy infant so tender and kind... Sleep in heavenly peace... Sleep in heavenly peace..." From there we sang the second chorus and other Christmas songs too. After blowing the candle and cutting the cake, Ana and Ava took the responsibility of sharing the gift to all our workers while we packed the remaining gifts and vowed to open them in New York.

“It’s Christmas!” “Yes, it is. And you came as sent from above, ’cause I need someone to sing the chorus to ‘Highway to hell’. Do you know that song? No? Then maybe we can sing ‘I saw mommy fucking Santa Claus’ instead, then? I’m sure you both heard and saw them doing the dirty deed behind your Christmas tree last night.” His face... Indescribable. And I was just getting started. Man, was I on a roll today. “Mr. Cooper!” he reprimanded, but didn’t get any further because I reiterated his surname the same way he did with mine, and he got distracted.

“Do you mind if I put on some music, sir? It’s kind of a long drive to be sitting in silence, don’t you think?” “Go for it,” Nicholas told him. He waved a hand towards Luke before he once again folded his arms. Luke nodded and he reached for the radio dial. The song that began to play through the car’s speakers almost made Nicholas’ heart thump right out of his chest. O Holy Night. Nicholas' mind instantly went to the recital where he'd sung this very song with Molly. The way she'd smiled and sung off key, yet beautifully at the same time. Luke changed the station to something more modern and hip, shaking his head with a laugh. “Christmas music. Sorry, sir. It looks like you can’t escape it.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jaxon said low and careful from his place at the door to the living room, his hand resting on the frame. His eyes were on me, like he was trying to gauge whether I meant it when I said everything was fine. I stood at the window, staring out as snow fell in languid flakes, casting a pale luminance over everything in sight. Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years.

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.