Christmas Time Is Killing Us Novels & Stories

KICKING THE PEBBLES INSTINCTIVELY, it was that time of year again. It was December already, so it was natural that the shopping centre had transformed into a Christmas world of its own. Everywhere she stepped foot in, she was surrounded by faces of Santa Claus, Christma and bright lights. Christmas was just around the corner, and people were decorating their homes and neighbourhoods as they got ready for the festive season. Honestly, Christmas was her favourite time of the year as it was most people. People would give out presents so generously you would think they have a basement full of gifts. It was simply perfect...but this year was different.

"Well, get ready for a crash course then." "Christmas is a special time of the year," she explained, her voice filled with warmth. "It's a time when people come together to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. It's a time of love, joy, and giving. We exchange gifts, spend time with loved ones, and spread kindness to others."

Kaleb Brantley hated December and everything that had to do with it. The days were too short, making the nights seem as long as forever. It was colder than hell and dark… But, most of all, there was the incessant Christmas badgering. Lights, trees, carols, and an ever-increasing barrage of commercials urging you to shop, spend, buy. And every reminder of the holiday season ate at the edges of his soul and heart like drops of acid.

He was sneaking around with Lucas. It irritates me that they’re calling today. Christmas is supposed to be about spending time with family, not with a middle-school ex! I want to storm out there and command Kieran to look at me. I want to demand him to make the gingerbread men with me – the batter’s still sitting in the fridge. Most of all, I want to yank the phone out of his hand and yell at the Anti-Christ he calls his friend.

CHAPTER 62 Christmas Christmas - a holiday that is celebrated on December 25 in honor of the birth of Jesus Christ or the period of time that comes before and after this holiday 62 The entire breakfast was quiet and awkward. Nick was sitting down right next to me as we sit down right across mom and Cameron while dad was on Nick's left and Ingrid was on my right. We were all eating very silently. Dad didn't say anything about what he saw last night and what Nick told him. As for Cameron, he didn't say anything about what he saw a while ago too. Everything was so weird on the table but then I liked how they didn't bother to talk about it. I liked it that neither of them wanted to start so I ig

Maybe if she waited until Wednesday, a few more sales would come through and she could mail them all at the same time. The door chimed and a local couple she knew from church came in. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Howard. How are you?” Memory went about helping Mrs. Howard find a gift for her niece, trying not to let her father’s news about the new B and B keep her from enjoying the holiday spirit. Christmas really was the most wonderful time of the year, even if this one felt a little off without Grandma Helen. She put a smile on her face and got to work, glad to stay busy to keep her mind off of what she’d lost.

Oh Christmas, the most beautiful time of the year, for me at least. Raven, loves Halloween, he and Damiano scared the living hell of Gia and me. Let's just say, it involved chainsaw and a machete.we stopped talking to them for a week. "Mom, we need grandma's triple chocolate fudge cake for Christmas. It wouldn't be Christmas without it." "No worries, princess. Mom is already baking it and will be ready for tonight." She said as she grabbed some cookies.

I guess the class instructors were going with the fall theme since next week is Thanksgiving. Since I was surrounded by pumpkins all night, it reminded me to call my mother to see what our plans are for the holidays this year. Personally, if I could skip them all together I would. The materialism of the holidays has done nothing but increasingly depress me over the last several years. Every year it gets worse and worse. I guess it's fine for the Santa Claus’ in our community, the ones who thrive on giving once a year so they can brag to their friends about their generosity. I mean, at least they're giving back, even if it's once a year. For the financially oppressed, like the families I

"That’s the problem, Cass. We used to always have time for moments like this, but now… everything feels like an endless battle." Cassandra fell silent. Alexander was right. Her life was nothing like before—there was no space left to simply enjoy time with someone without burdens, without threats lurking in every corner of the city. But tonight, she wanted to forget everything. When they arrived at the city’s central park, Cassandra was instantly mesmerized. In the middle of the vast park, a giant Christmas tree stood tall, adorned with thousands of twinkling lights, casting a warm glow across the entire area. People strolled around, children laughed as they played in the snow, young couples