Christmas Story Movies Novels & Stories

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

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."

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

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.

Maybe we can start some new traditions together. I still don’t have a clue what to get them for Christmas, but luckily, I still have a little over a week to figure it out. The movie was cute. I wish this town was turned into a winter wonderland the way they do in movies. Movies always make Christmas look magical.

She dared corrected and I scoffed. “It seems no one has told you how things work around here,” she shifted on her feet as I stared daggers at her from across the room. “Your pitch was great except for one little thing, Leah,” I gritted out, leaning against the table. “We don't dabble in that Christmas nonsense and there will be no celebrations just as there haven't been for the last five years!,” a couple of my employees jumped in their seats at the increase of my voice. “Is that clear?,” I seethed, my tone dangerously low and as quickly as the words left my mouth there were collect nods.

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

“She really loves Ms. Williams.” “Really?” I couldn’t help but smile at Ashley. “That movie came out nine years ago. I’m not even sure I look the same anymore.” The Little Angels… A family movie about a kindergarten teacher at an orphanage—Hailey Williams—who tried to help her students find families before Christmas. In the end, the children celebrated Christmas together… with her. That movie had touched so many hearts. It still aired every holiday season. And yet… I never received a single royalty from it.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

Ivy said walking up to Lex and taking his arm in hers smiling mischievously. I hadn’t really watched many movies growing up but that didn’t sound to bad I thought. “How about the marvel movies?” Lex said excitedly. “I’ve never seen that, but I’ll watch them I don’t mind, whatever you guys want.” I said happily as Felix took my hand in his and Axel in the other. I was just happy to be here with my friends, plus a movie night didn’t sound to bad, their mother was hell bent on making everything a surprise for tomorrow being Christmas.