Christmas Time Is Killing Us Novels & Stories

I try to push the thoughts out of my mind. I do not get to see Jayce before Christmas day arrives. The kids are excited to open their presents and their cheer helps get me into the Christmas spirit. Before I know it, we have Christmas songs on the radio, and we are dancing around in the living room covered in their discarded wrapping paper. They like the stuff that the church got them, and I am grateful. I prep the dinner up and we decide to watch holiday movies and drink hot cocoa. I feel a pang of homesickness as I am heating up the milk on the stove for the cocoa. I shake my head hoping to get rid of any depressive thoughts today. The kids deserve a day of happiness, and it is getting rar

I stared at the twinkling lights on our Christmas tree, the ornaments swaying gently from the draft sneaking through the old farmhouse windows. Snow blanketed the fields outside, turning the world into a silent white wonderland, but inside, the air felt heavy, charged with something I couldn't name.

It’s December 1st, perharps the beginning of the best time of the year. the second week of November was his beginning because he would decorate his room Christmas, very unAdulf like. he was not the only one in my small town of vergil, Virginia, to go all out for the holidays. It was a tradition here to put Christmas lights on anything and everything you can. It was one of the things that made this time of year light-hearted and enjoyable. People say if you put your decorations up early it makes you happier. he fully stood by that theory.

“But I like the peacefulness of the snow. I like how the cities get all pretty with lights and how everyone seems to actually try to be a better person, just because it’s Christmas.” I sit on the couch and cross my legs underneath me as I watch him process what I had just told him. “It’s nice to think this is the time when everyone tries to come together and celebrate-“ I pause and chuckle to myself. “Even if most of them have no idea what they celebrate beside food and gifts.” Killian nods a little absent before he turns to me once more and walks to sit beside me, helping himself to one of the gingerbread cookies. “What do you celebrate during Christmas?” He asks me with a genuine sincerity

“Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.” “Why do you think they chose not to have anything religious?” she asks. “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

Never made it fun for us. We were always scared of where to put it, because putting it on the wrong spot could get you killed. I could still hear her manly, commanding voice, “Allie! What a stupid boy you are! Come here, I’ll give you a knock!” By the time we were done decorating, my head would be a mess. When the visitors came and gushed about the decorations, they were oblivious to the hits we had to take to make it perfect. Christmas is just a bloody show. I hate everything about it, because it holds the worst memories of the people I hate most in this world.

"Come on out when you're ready. It's only Christmas once a year." Taren chuckled without humor. "You're forgetting that we live in the Christmas capital of the United States, where it's Christmas three hundred sixty-five days a year." "You know what I mean." Bret stood and stopped at the door. "Erica's cookies are ready. You'd better come out and get one before they're all gone." Taren scoffed. "And you didn't bring me one? What's wrong with you?" he teased, rising from his seat. "Well, it looks like I'd better get one before you heathens eat them all."

I ended the call, placed my phone on the table beside the bed again and laid on the bed. Coming to think of it, it is not only you(Elena) that spending Christmas alone but it's also me. Everyone says that Christmas is the holiday where you spend time with your families together being happy and spreading the positive energy throughout the family and having meals together and having a family time. But Christmas for me, it's just a another day.

I would give anything to have my Antonio back with me right now. Christmas is two weeks away, I have absolutely nothing decorated. Usually Thanksgiving night is when my friends and I decorate for Christmas. Considering we didn’t have Friendsgiving this year, and Antonio passed away a couple days before Thanksgiving, I just haven’t been in the mood. Maybe I can get Chad out here to do it.

If it's not done with the greatest of care, I might face rejection and a broken heart at Christmas. Christmas brings out the worst in people and the best. But for Blake it could be the worst time of year. It could be the time of year when he pulls away emotionally and drowns out all memory of Stacey with a nice large beer. If I had become a widow, Christmas without a loved one would destroy me year after year. Perhaps Blake lacks the emotional maturity required to move on.