Novel & Cerita Christmas Time Is Killing Us

BLAKE The weather was frigid, and it was the week leading up to Thanksgiving—the whole pack was in a festive mood, with the winter holiday season kicking off. While we didn’t celebrate Christmas, we were still influenced by human culture, watching their TV shows and movies. Many pack members had adapted the Christmas customs by setting up decorated trees in their homes and putting lights up outside for the winter solstice and New Year’s. It was a joyful time of year, and this winter would be more special than usual for me.

"Exactly, Emma! Christmas is a time for love, joy, and togetherness. I'm just really looking forward to spending quality time with all of you and creating beautiful memories." Sarah and Emma smiled, understanding Mitchell's reply. They knew that Christmas was indeed a cherished time for Mitchell, and they wanted to enjoy the festive time as well. "You're right, Mitchell," Sarah said, her voice filled with warmth. "We should all make this Christmas special and create unforgettable moments together." Emma nodded in agreement. "Absolutely! Let's make it a holiday season to remember. And who knows, maybe there will be a few surprises along the way!"

"So, you're saying the magic isn't necessarily related to Christmas per say, but the season as a whole?" Again, he shrugged. "Maybe. Christmas, Yule, Chanukah, Saturnalia - haven't you ever noticed that almost every culture has some kind of celebration at this time of year? No matter what you call it, it's a time with a pretty deep resonance in the human psyche. In fact, today is the actual solstice, which is the even older holiday. Could be we got zapped here today because this is the most magical day of the year."

The ocean seemed wilder, loud and forbidding, the sand was blown into peaks and valleys, and I often found shells I didn't at other times of the year. But this year, the creeping gray of each new dawn felt threatening instead of comforting. It seemed that death drew nearer every hour, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I'd fought against the sense of impending doom by going absolutely crazy with my Christmas decorating; we had a huge tree in the great room, and then I'd also bought a smaller artificial one for Nate's room. He didn't venture beyond his bed anymore, but he'd smiled faintly when I'd plugged in the lights for the first time.

When I was a little girl, I used to absolutely hate the day after Christmas. It seemed like the worst day of the year. All of the magic was gone, and we would have to wait a whole 365 days until it was Christmas again. The older I got, the less exciting Christmas became, and it didn’t really bother me that much anymore. It was just another day. However, the day after Christmas was hard for Brice since this had been the first year he’d actually gotten any presents or gotten to celebrate. He was mopey all day, even when Raven heated up the leftovers from the day before and set them out for us.

Grandma’s eyes widened in astonishment, but she still tried to give me an answer. “People love to hate everything, my dear. People like to complain about things they don’t like and they will complain about anything. If something doesn’t go the way they want, they’ll find fault with it. When it comes to Christmas, there’s no exception. People seem to hold this holiday in contempt for various reasons, but the main reason is that something happened in the past. You just can’t hate getting presents, right?” “Right…” I said half-mouthed. It started snowing again, and the flakes danced a chaotic ballet. Some even sat on the windowsill.

CHRISTMAS TIME Christmas was one of the best time of the year, all the people in the city celebrated full of happiness, lavish for the rich while poor people celebrate with family get together in a simple way they can but full of happiness, being thankful for whatever they could prepare to share together. Christmas gifts were part of the Christmas season, may it be expensive or what could one afford makes the heart thankful and happy.

“That’s too long. I want to spend the Christmas with papa…” I heaved a sigh. “It’s alright if he won’t spend Christmas with us tonight. He can still go here any time he wants anyway. Don’t be too sad now, at least the three us is here together with mother and father, right?” The two of them just smiled at me so I hugged them both. I glanced at the clock and saw that it’s already eleven in the evening, just an hour from now and it would be Christmas already. Actually to be honest, it kind of make me also sad that Lucifer isn’t here to celebrate with us and also Christine, though I really do understand that they have their own families and they should celebrate with them too. It’s just that I

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

What's so special about the damned Christmas? He literally would ban Christmas if he has the power. Humans are so foolish to the extent of overdoing things. Have they not heard that too much of everything is bad, it's time to stop this madness and face reality. If they are remembering the birth of Christ as they say. It should be once in a while. Christ can't be born over and over again. He hissed and turned on his radio and damnit, he can't escape it. Christmas is here and it's what it's