Coming Home For Christmas Novels & Stories

“Mom, c’mon. I’ll be seeing you guys practically every free weekend I get. This will always be my home and I’m not letting my place out, so I’ll want to come back often.” “Ah, you say that now Atlas but what about Fallon. You’ve got to split your time so many ways.” He shrugs. I know he’ll manage it. “It’ll be fine. Besides, it’s the holidays coming up and she breaks up from uni so she can come and stay with me in Dallas and go back to hers for Christmas.” “Talking of which you two, you are both here for Christmas, right?” Mom has that slightly worried look on her face that we might not be.

It is currently the 23rd of December meaning it is our last working day of the year. It's a Friday and from Monday our winter holidays are starting and I am over the moon about it. Christmas might just be my favorite time of the year. I can't wait to go back home to Charlotte and spend a couple of days with my dad and my brother. My brother recently got a girlfriend, from what I've heard she's the nicest person ever so I'm so excited to finally meet her! As much as I love living in New York at times I get frustrated and sad because I don't get to see my family as much as I would want to so I always end up feeling left out because I'm not always there for the small and sometimes big things ha

I leaned closer and stole a kiss. "Uh…” He blinked. “Uh… I was saying something.” I sat back. “You said that you have a proposition.” "Oh, right. I just got a call from Janet and she said Father wants us to come home for Christmas." “We are going, right?” His lips tugged at the sight of my excitement. "Of course we are." "Yay!" "And..." I did a little dance with my shoulders and he laughed. "In exchange, all my offences this year would be forgiven."

Mark and I have traveled to my father's place to spend the day before Christmas Eve with him. We stayed overnight until the day after Christmas. The movie we were watching, "Home Alone," was cut short by a knock on the door. "I'll fetch it." I say going up. I enter the door and I'm welcomed with 'carolers.! " We want to use this opportunity to extend our warmest holiday greetings and best wishes for a prosperous new year to you and your loved ones." My family from New York sings with their matching caps on as though they rehearsed.

She asked. “No. I just got them back yesterday. I remembered everything.” “Oh. Are you okay? You sound sad, honey.” She said concernedly. “I’m okay. I’m just…I need to speak to him in person. Jaylen said to call you and that you would know what to do. I was thinking about–” “Come down for Christmas! You have to come here. It will be the best Christmas present ever!” She exclaimed and I giggled softly. “Jaylen said the same thing. Will you be okay with me going to your home? Or does he have his place?” I asked.

"Okay, that's good, 'cause we were considering kicking him out of our special Christmas this year." "Your what?" "Special Christmas. We celebrate Christmas here together before we go home. That's why we're here. Are you going back home tomorrow?" I can already see where this conversation is going. While home is tempting, I'll be gone much longer than at Thanksgiving. And while Mom and Dad are the best, they can get on my nerves a lot. Especially when I've been at home for more than a week. "Uh, I was going to, but now, I'm kinda curious about this special Christmas."

But my drive back home was magnificent as winter is fast approaching and my favorite holiday asides my birthday of course, CHRISTMAS! A big part of my Christmas tradition is to give a yearly upgrade to my Christmas playlist depending on what feels on theme for the year! I drove into our aesthetically pleasing mansion, when my face dropped. There was someone in the house Someone with a …… BIKE…… that I have seen before I walked into my house, hearing my father laugh so loud, I can't remember my father's laugh being that loud, who and what is making my father be all cheerful this evening.

Shit! *** I quickly reached the mansion, entered my car through the big gate. When I got out of my car, I ran and hurried through the big door of the house. The strength of my chest pounding makes me hard to breathe. There were no helpers because all I knew was they were sent home for Christmas and new year. It is our custom to send the workers of the mansion home every Christmas and New Year so that they can be with their families on holidays. I immediately went to another living room when I noticed that no one was at the entrance.

“Do i need to remind him whose daughter you are?” I bit back a bitter laugh. “I think he’s well aware of that.” There was silence on the line. Then he spoke, his voice quieter. “Come home for Christmas.” I looked out the frosted window. Snow was falling again. “I’m not in New York.” There was a pause from his end. “Then where the hell are you?” “I’ll tell you after New Year’s. I’ll come by the estate. Just you and me. We’ll talk then.”

"Nonno why is that you have five bags and I have only two" a voice came from the top of the staircase and they all turned to look at her. There she came. Their happiness, their soul, their light. Their princess has returned. Now, this feels like homecoming, like thanksgiving and this surely feels like the best Christmas ever.