Christmas Time By Alvin And The Chipmunks 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

"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.

Alice On Christmas morning, we open our presents, and then we prepare dinner together, Mum sitting at the table peeling potatoes and carrots, while Charlie and I get the turkey with the trimmings ready. When it’s done, we eat outside on the deck, reminiscing about old times, and then afterward while Mum has a snooze, I finally call Kip. We talk for over an hour, and then later, while I’m watching a movie, we text each other almost continuously.

That means it's Christmas! “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” A group of kids—the ones who helped Jaxon wrap the gifts now placed under the tree—run forward to hug Jaxon's legs. I smile at them as Jaxon carefully puts me down, his arm wrapped tight around my waist to keep me close to him. “You're back!” One exclaims excitedly. “It's Christmas! It's Christmas!” Another pulls at his shredded trousers. “We have to open the gifts!” A little girl pouts.

Alan For the first time… in a long time.. I felt like myself again. I finally had returned to the happy smart ass everyone knows and loves and left this rude and mean fucker behind. Although I’m guessing some people, like Lorenzo.. would’ve appreciated me to have stayed somewhere in the middle. It was the holidays. The best time of the year… the ground was covered in a white blanket of snow and every building on the pack land was lit up like we were signaling spaceships or some shit.

The streets buzzed, everyone was jolly, lights hung everywhere, and at night you could hear choristers practicing carols. It was soothing. But they said Switzerland did Christmas better. I was beginning to doubt that — except for the beautiful lights strung across the streets, everything looked dull, snowy, and cold. Fucking cold. I got into a cab headed for St. Moritz, where the firm had booked my lodge. Arrivals were staggered—some colleagues would arrive tomorrow, others on the official first day of the retreat. Mine was early. I put on my headset and relaxed into the seat, watching the passing landscape. Zurich Airport to St. Moritz was apparently a two-hour ride, and the first thing on

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

~ a few weeks before X-mas~ Billie's POV: I can't believe that in a few short weeks it will be Christmas. The holidays have me thinking about all of the orphaned pups that have joined the packs. None of them have any family left to care for them or see them on the holidays. So with that in mind I emailed the other two packs to bring all of their orphaned pups and childless couples with them today. All of the Alpha's agreed to it very quickly deciding this would be the best Christmas gift to all.

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

“Mommy is waiting for you, baby. When you come out, we’ll cuddle not just every Christmas. We’ll do it every day. I’ll be your mother and your best friend. We’ll be the best duo in the world. When times are tough, they say sweets could help. I’ll buy a cake and we’ll share it together. And when it’s Christmas, I’ll also buy a giant Christmas tree for us. I’ll carry you and I’ll let you put on the star. It’ll be fun. I know because I’ve tried it before. Funny, right? That’s the only fun thing your mommy knows. But we could start from there and discover fun things together… right?” I leaned on the stirring wheel for a few minutes. At times like this, I still wished I had somebody to talk to. I