Novel & Cerita Christmas Time By Alvin And The Chipmunks

Jed obviously feels comfortable enough letting me in on who this person is because my guess is he will allow me to meet him or her. I sigh once more, then head into work. There is something I need to do first. "Those will kill you, you know." I say to Chip once I arrive at Creations twenty minutes later. The weather has gotten much more frigid now that the Christmas season is drawing closer. Even with my light jacket covered by my sweater and scarf, I'm still freezing. "Nah, I'll live to at least a hundred." Chip remarks as he puts his cigarette out. I had texted Chip this morning and asked him to meet me. I know he gave me the picture last week and now I need a bigger favor to ask of him.

"It's the day before, the night before Christmas, and yes, we are going to trim the tree today. We can get started as soon as you're finished with breakfast." "Yippee, I can't wait to see all the lights and shiny balls." "Let's turn on some Christmas music too, and we can sing while we work." Avri stepped into the family room and turned the channel to Holiday Seasons. She frequently glanced out the front window hopeful a car would be there, dropping off Dillon. Avri disliked the thought that she had to do this alone again without Dillon. He'd promised he'd be here this year and we'd celebrate as a family; the true meaning of Christmas. Why couldn't this mission wait another couple weeks? Wha

“That means he’s close, right?” Adonis nodded. “Close, yes. But you’ve still got time,” he winked. “It looks like the scene right out of a movie,” Logan sighed. The presents were piled high, with various wrapping paper. The stockings were hung by the fireplace, with their names on each one. The fire was lit, and everyone was happy. Even Carl, who had been sullen and withdrawn the past few days, was caught up in the Christmas spirit. He pointed to the phone, explaining to Mira that Santa still had a long way to go before he reached their house.

So, I do the next best thing to be in the Christmas mood. I go to the bar and I pull out a bottle, dust clinging to the glass. I make popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. And when I curl back on the couch with both, I flick through the channels until I land on Home Alone. The one movie guaranteed to make me laugh when nothing else will. I pour myself a glass, clink it against the air, and whisper, “Merry Christmas to me.” The words barely leave my lips before a sound cuts through the room.

I was thinking my parents would never renovate the family duplex but they did a good job in it - who knew if it was because it was Christmas and I would be coming over with a guest? The jingle bells and Christmas carols could be heard from the house and the streets were beautifully decorated. I could already smell Christmas even though it was still on its way. “Is there anything I need to know about you or whatever before we go in?” His anxious voice of questioning broke my train of thought as I faced him. “Nothing much. I think we are going to do better.” I said abruptly because I knew I wasn't in the mood to start talking about our likes and dislikes. It would take time.

While slurping instant noodles from a cup, I angrily asked the system, "Do we even get time off during Christmas? Even large corporations don't work their employees to the bone like you do!" Half a minute later, the system replied, "Yes, you'll get time off. Your time off starts tomorrow." I chuckled drily. It was already Christmas Eve tomorrow.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw POV “Oh, you must be joking!” Callum Harrington Blackthorn laughs right in Damon Thornclaw’s face, his shoulders shaking under his turquoise coat. He shakes his head like he just heard a funny joke from a human. “No, no, no, young Alpha. That is not possible at all. You are making a huge mistake.”

“I don’t mind a pretty little princess holding on to me at all.” She giggled and buried her face in my shoulder, her small hands hanging around my neck like the most precious accessory. For a moment, the weight on my chest felt lighter. This was what I was fighting for: these innocent moments, these children who still believed their Alpha would always come back to them. “Where have you been… Alpha?” she asked, pulling back just enough to look at me with those wide, demanding green eyes. “We know you’re not at the estate anymore… Don’t you wanna be here with us? Is it true that the humans have stolen you away?”

It would look lovely on our tree. Our tree. The thought makes me smile. This year... For the first time in a very long time... Christmas actually feels like something I can look forward to. Not because everything is perfect. It isn't. My family is still trapped with Damon. The alliance negotiations are still dragging on. Everything could still go wrong. But for this one moment... Shopping for Christmas... I feel peaceful. Sienna picks up a little wolf ornament. She stares at it quietly for several seconds. Long enough that I notice.