روايات وقصص ضمن Coming Home For Christmas

James POV. After what felt like an exhausting three hours, Lily and I finally got home with the groceries. We'd spent that much time because apparently, there was a queue. I'd have contacted the store owner for VIP treatment, but Lily would hate that she didn't pick up the ingredients into the basket by herself. There were usually never queues at the mall but since it's the holidays, a lot of people seemed to be buying ingredients. The thought of it made my jaws clench. Why couldn't people just treat December like any other month? What made the holidays so special that it had to come with so much celebrations?

"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.

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

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.

"Can you believe it? I just knew how thrilled you were going to be to see him come home, and on this of all perfect days. He's the best gift you could get this Christmas, isn't he?" Slowly, Gram nodded her head. "Deacon. Welcome home, sweetheart." She threw open her arms and enfolded me to her, hugging me tight. I let myself relax in the familiar comfort of everything Gram: the scent of home, of cooking, of the hairspray she'd used all my life and of the lavender she added to her homemade laundry soap. It was everything I'd missed in the past year. "Gram." To my embarrassment, I was blinking back tears. "I'm so happy to see you."

“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.”

Give a girl credit where it's due, you know. On top of the incident with Noah , I was feeling more and more homesick with Christmas right around the corner. I could hear the Christmas music from the street and it stung badly. I had never actually been away from home before at Christmas time and despite it not being the most exciting thing in the world with my family, at least it was familiar.

Kent urges, giving me a little nudge as I lose myself in my thoughts. “And, she dropped her phone in the river after a few too many glasses of Pinot Noir,” I say with a shrug and a sigh. “But yes, she and Gio are coming home for Christmas. They’re booking flights today.” “Good,” Kent says with a nod, “It will be good to have a full house again.” He looks ahead, vigilantly watching Dominic as we get outside the town, where there are fewer sidewalks and more country roads.

I head into the bedroom and lay him on the bed, slip my clothes off and change into my flannel pajamas then get tucked into bed. My phone beeps, it’s a message from Cody. Sweet dreams darlin’. Can’t wait to see you in a few days for the scan then only a couple weeks to go and I’ll be home for Christmas. If you want we can stay at the Lake House, whichever is best for you. He is my dream man, and the fact that he’s coming home early for Christmas lifts my heart right up there. Sweet dreams back at you, Baby. Lake house for Christmas sounds perfect, we’ll be closer to our folk’s, Fallon and Atlas and it will look so pretty with decorations.

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.