Couples Christmas Sweaters Novels & Stories

I can’t help but smile; he has such charm that he can get away with quite a lot. He gently stops my little girl from pulling off his Santa hat. “Well, Mommy does look a tad naughty too… like a sexy showman… and I must say, I adore those pantyhose!” I glance down at myself, wearing an oversized sweater adorned with a snowman print, paired with candy cane striped pantyhose. “Oh dear, Santa might need some coal in his stocking for that comment!”

"Great, merry Christmas everyone! Let the celebration begin!" Everyone clapped cheerfully, their attention on Joy's fragile figure who was the happiest today. She held Logan's hand and murmured, "I have presents for everyone under the bed. Give it to them please." Logan crouched down and found a large paper bag which consisted of many ugly, Christmas sweaters. Everyone- even grandpa wore it without grumbling to please Joy. Then they all sang Christmas carols and watched the same old Christmas movies on the huge tv. "This is perfect," Joy said to Logan as he sat next to her. "The Christmas tree, the Santa . . . You . . . "

“Because you’ll hate it slightly less if I’m there.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not wrong.” “Also,” he added, “I already saved you a reindeer sweater from the discount bin. It lights up.” “You didn’t.” He pulled it from behind the speaker display, revealing a knitted monstrosity with googly eyes and actual working lights in the antlers. Callie stared at it in horror. “I refuse to wear this.” “You’re wearing it.” “I have dignity.” “Not in this economy.” She sighed.

I sat cross-legged on her bed, my back to the wall, scrolling aimlessly through my phone while she held up two sweaters in front of the mirror. “Red or green?” she asked, pressing the red one to her chest, then switching to the green. “Red is festive. Green is… I don’t know, classy? Sophisticated?” I tilted my head, considering. “Red. You’re festive. Green would make you look like you’re trying too hard to be mysterious, and you’re terrible at mysterious.” She laughed, tossing the green sweater onto the growing pile on her chair. “Red it is. Dad always says I look like a Christmas ornament in red, but he smiles when he says it, so I know he secretly loves it.”

" Nothing. It just seems unfair for your own father not to bring over some to his totally adorable kids," " We're way past chrismas presents , don't you think?" She said, with a sincere look on her face." And why are you so obsessed with us not getting gifts when you didn't get any last year as well, huh?" " My Gram-gram got us presents last year!" " You mean those ugly sweaters she knitted for you and Roxie? And passed them off as 'chrismas gifts'?" She coudn't hide that amused smirk on her face as she brought up the inevitable chrismas sweaters.

The living room filled with frantic wolves carrying bags, coats, blankets, food containers, and in one alarming case, a full suitcase covered in holiday stickers. Lucian dragged it into the center of the room. “I have packed appropriately.” Elara raised an eyebrow. “Appropriately for what.” He threw the suitcase open with dramatic flair. Inside were twenty Christmas sweaters. All matching. All bright red. All with little reindeer stitched on the front. Elara blinked. “Why.” Lucian flipped his hair. “We must be prepared. For festive danger.” “There is no festive danger,” Elara said. “Christmas is close. Realm travel is close. The combination is too suspicious,” Lucian replied.

Maybe it was time to let them see light again. The next day, I bought a few gifts — nothing fancy, just things that made sense. A cashmere scarf that reminded me of how William always forgets to wear one. A book I thought he'd like. A puzzle for Abby and him to do together. And something small for myself too: a new red sweater, not too bold, but festive. I wanted to feel new this year. On Christmas Eve, the snow finally started falling — soft and slow, just enough to turn the streets white without freezing them over. Abby practically danced out the door with her backpack slung over one shoulder and a box of cookies balanced in her arms.

And none of those answers sounded like an answer to me. I half-heartedly got dressed for work. We were supposed to be taking a holiday photo today, and I had a cute reindeer antler headband and a Christmas sweater picked out, but I wasn’t excited to wear them. I tugged them on anyway along with a pair of jeans and some warm booties that Gretchen had gotten me for my birthday.

Maxim looked at a piece of a red knit sweater with the image of a small gray wolf head on the right chest. Lisa chuckled. Without hesitation, she put the sweater in Maxim's grasp into the cardboard she had prepared. Then tightly seal all sides with transparent tape before she wraps in light purple glossy paper. "It's into the fall, Max. everyone naturally needs warm clothes to welcome the winter." Maxim exhaled a long breath before finally exhaling it resignedly. Holding his chin, he said, "this is not something she really wants, Lisa." "She needs it, Max." "I wanted to give her a gift that she really wanted."

That's when Alice, under the table, pushed a small package wrapped in red paper toward me. "It's for you," she said, softly. "What? Why?" "Because you gave me a gingerbread cookie. And because it's Christmas." I opened the package carefully, feeling ridiculously touched. Inside was a gray wool sweater, soft and thick. Simple. Practical. Exactly something I would wear. "I saw it in the ranch gift shop," she explained, a bit nervous. "Rosa said you always complain yours are old. I hope it fits." I held the sweater, the soft fabric between my rough fingers. No one gave me gifts like this. Nothing so… thoughtful.