Christmas Stories Adults Novels & Stories

“We’re going to do something fun.” “Like what?” Autumn asks, looking up at me. She still looks worn down, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. That’s a start. “Christmas movie marathon. We’ll watch some of the classics and some of those awful ones where the girl gives up the job of her dreams to move in with a guy who sells Christmas trees for a living or something.” Autumn’s smile grows. “They’re kind of romantic, in a way.” “What would be romantic is if the Christmas tree seller guy moved to the big city with the girl and got a real job,” Benedict says. “Let him make a sacrifice for once.”

“Well here are a few tips for you. One, you can’t look hideous on Christmas Day. Meaning that you can’t meet baby Jesus when you’re looking like someone hit you with a sack of potatoes. Two, you need to be very proactive. You’re gonna be saying a lot of Merry Christmases. It would hurt but it’s worth it. Jesus is worth the pain Three, only good thoughts on Christmas day. That means you’ve got to keep the devil and whatever comes with it out of your mind. Four, be nice to everyone even your enemies. If my grandma holds your hands tomorrow, don’t fall for it. It’s just for the show. Five, make sure you eat a lot. Christmas ain’t Christmas without feasting Crinka so be sure to enjoy it.” “I wil

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

For example, while 4-year-old Pearl still believes Santa Claus will actually sneak into her house through the chimney, Ely can already tell the difference between fairy tales and reality. (FLASH IN: A week before Christmas) "Santa Claus is just a character in a story. There is no Santa Claus in this world. The Santas you see at amusement parks and malls, they're all staff dressed up in costumes." Ely said calmly, holding a Christmas gift. Lydia was surprised. She had put the presents in Ely's Christmas stocking last night, hoping that Ely would be happy when he found them on Christmas Day. Lydia remembered that she had believed in Santa Claus when she was 12 years old, which made her a littl

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

Just like that, I told him everything that was happening, excluding my one-night stand story. As predicted, he was furious. Just like Emily, he has never liked Josh for me. The call ended, but not without me letting him know not to let anyone know what happened. I quickly had my bath and changed into something more comfortable. Today is Christmas, and I will have a fun-filled evening. It dawned on me that I did not see any Christmas trees hanging around anywhere. Nothing feels like the season around here. Everywhere is quiet. I might as well shop for a Christmas tree with my best friend and light up the house.

“You’d be surprised how many people haven’t seen it.” I laughed. “It’s a Christmas staple here. My eldest brother loves it, but I always have to watch Christmas Chronicles. My dad, though, forces us to watch Scrooge, and my mom has us watch Christmas Story.” I took another drink. “My dad even got her one of those leg laps one year, but then my sister, Mina, broke it trying to scope out Santa.” “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Big families have more traditions. We just take off to Grandma’s in Maine and socialize with cousins and family connections.”

Finally, Memory managed to get herself under control, just in time for Cindy to end the song and announce that Mayor Charles was coming back to introduce the speaker. Memory stole a glimpse at Dak. His smile let her know he was pleased with himself at making her crack up so completely, even though he wasn’t looking at her. She shook her head and tried to focus on the mayor, but she was definitely distracted. One of the local pastors from a Methodist church took the mic and read a few scriptures from Luke and then wished everyone a delightful Christmas, surrounded by the ones they loved most. Memory dropped her eyes, but it wasn’t the fact that she would be missing her grandmother that made h

"What's so wrong with Christmas, Mr. Scrooge?" I take a swig of my beer, finishing the rest of the bottle, and shrug my shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with Christmas. I just looked at it differently I guess. When I was little, I was a weird kid. All my friends would be so excited for Christmas and they all told me how they stayed up late so that they could meet Santa, but not me. Nope, I stayed awake to try and capture the creep sneaking into my house once a year." As soon as I finish that sentence, a roar of laughter emits from all three of them.

I said, “Good afternoon, welcome to the Resort Guatanari. How can we help you?” It took many hours to attend to people and only people. Some took it as a joke and just gladly accepted our apologies. Others so plainly just complained and spit while talking. Those were the worst. It had been 7 hours since I started this torture. “Hey Greg, is this what every year is like? never in my life have I dealt with so many people. “ “Don’t worry, and it’s even worse at Christmas time. Surely this time, the one wearing the Christmas outfit will be you.” I said while looking at him maliciously.