Coming Home For Christmas Novels & Stories

"No. I ain't going nowhere today cos you won't let me and I don't want to leave you now you're all mine." I smiled as I hugged him tight. "Let's get dressed now. It's my family tradition to wake up early on Christmas Day to go to our rest house." _________ SFTC: In Love Again - Colbie Caillat

She whined as her mom burst into laughter on the other line. “We miss you, Janine.” Her mom told her that made her heart soften. The truth is, she misses her family. It’s a pity that she couldn’t go home to Busan as frequent as she wanted to because of work. She only gets to go home when it’s the holidays – which is fast approaching, by the way. “I’m going home this coming Christmas!” Janine beamed. Her mom chuckled. “Are you bringing Johann?” She asked with some kind of teasing in the tone of her voice.

"Are you talking about Addison?" "Yeah. That girl." "She went to her hometown. She always visit her grandparents for Christmas." "Okay. Okay. If I was there, you wouldn't feel bored right?" Yes!!! "Ah! No. I'm totally fine. Being alone is not a new thing for me and it's the festival season so it's common for me. And I was doing fine even before I met you so I'm totally fine." "If you're okay, then it's fine for me too." "When are you coming back?"

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

Two Christmases Later Bahamas Snow had a way of making everything feel so beautiful, white and peaceful. It reminded the whole world of the Christ child. The beauty of the season. Melody watched it fall through the glass window of the café, her fingers loosely wrapped around the warmth of the ceramic mug in front of her, though she hadn’t taken a sip yet. She was waiting for her takeout order. Sitting in Bahamas after a long conference for entrepreneurs, in which she gave a speech Melody couldn't help but smile at how much has changed since this time two years ago. And this was the time she got her Christmas miracle. Her heart was filled with gratitude.

His eys seemed to say, “This is what I have to deal with in my home every day.” Well, that’s your choice. And that’s when Jessica traced where Cicio’s eyes had gone, and found me. Jessica stopped all the tears at once when she spotted me. Somehow she stood more straight in front of me. “Why are you here?” She asked coldly. “I didn’t get the invitation to your homecoming party. Apparently my Don got one.” She pointed at Cicio. As if the dramatic catastrophe at this moment wasn’t enough for her, Jessica snatched the collar of her son and flung him right in my direction.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

“In that case, I think you should invite him.” “Invite him?” I inquired, puzzled. “For what?” “Why, join us for Christmas, of course,” he replied. “I want you back home for Christmas, so your mother will finally stop glaring at me all the time, and it will be awfully rude to ask your friend to go back to a cold dorm room in Oregon, of all places, alone. So, both of you will be joining us for Christmas, and you will stop telling people this nonsense about me cutting you off. Your cards still work, don’t they?”

She does not hesitate to knock when she gets to the door. A young man with dirty brown hair and grey eyes opens the door and walks out and his eyes light up on seeing sees Shawn. “Hey, Shawn!” He calls out in disbelief. “Andrew?!” There is surprise and a little of disbelief in Shawn’s voice, “what are you doing back home?” “It’s Christmas time! I never spend the holiday away, you know that.” Shawn nods, “I kinda forgot, sorry.” “Come here!” They hug for what Neriah likes to call a weird amount of time before pulling away. “It’s so good to see you, bro!”

Miller added, panicked. "Calm down ladies. I'm here." Everyone turned around and Pastor Crane had just walked in. "Are you ready to go?" Then he spotted Caden. "Well, as I live and breathe! Welcome home, son." He held his hand out and Caden shook it, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Thank you, sir. Glad to be home." "Are you here for good, or just visiting?" The pastor raised his eyebrows expectantly. Caden shrugged. "Not sure yet, but I'll be here throughout the holidays."