Cuento De Navidad Corto Novels & Stories

Angi tilted her little head. "But when you were little, you lived at Grandma and Grandpa's big house. It doesn't snow there. Did you still get Christmas miracles?" "Baby, you're my miracle." She reached out and laid her small hand on my tummy. "And my baby brother, too?" "That's right." "So Santa will still come?" "Now how old are you?" Nox asked. "You know how old I am! I'm three and a half!"

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

Heer glanced at Sanam who nodded at her, adding, "We have always done Christmas Eve celebration in the orphanage and this time also we want to celebrate this day with children." "This is good enough. Children are eager for gifts anyway." Heer chirped, grabbing the hot cup of tea. "Yes! That means Santa has to come in the next fourteen hours." Iqrar told them, earning Sanam's hum. "Oh!! Meaning you wanted a Santa? Why didn't you tell me before? I can be Santa!" Rukh said with a lot of excitement. "Stupid!" Iqrar muttered, gritting his teeth. She gulped, glancing at him.

Or if it would work at all. --- The holidays were approaching. Evie's second Christmas. She was excited. Trees. Lights. Presents. "Santa Claus!" Oblivious to the tension. The distance. The impending separation. I wanted to keep it that way. As long as possible. "Mama, when does Santa come?" "Christmas Eve. In a few weeks." "That's a long time." "I know, baby girl. But it will come." "I'm going to ask Santa for a puppy!" "A puppy is a big responsibility."

" Look, I know about it because I felt it ." " What ?" " Chill. I made a guess which turned out to be true." Isla said and winked. " Christmas is coming." She said and I smiled. " Already got my stockings ready for Santa Claus." Isla said and I was forced to laugh. " Jeez , you believe in that crazy myth, Isla you're too old for that." " Come on , Santa isn't a myth." " I get it , you're trying to pull my legs." I said as we laughed.

he asked, his voice filled with a longing for more. Mama Hazel, her heart warmed by his enthusiasm, smiled. "Of course, Theo. What kind of story would you like to hear?" Theo, his eyes sparkling with mischief, grinned. "Tell me a story about a princess who can fly!" And so, Mama Hazel, her imagination ignited by Theo's request, spun a tale of a princess who could soar through the sky on the back of a giant, feathered bird. She described the princess's adventures, her encounters with talking animals, and her quest to save a kingdom from a wicked sorcerer.

55 Ryley's point of view... Snow fell badly last night, the entire city turned veiled in white looking a bride. Children's played with the snow making snow man, fighting with snow balls, building houses with the same and making snow candies and selling to each other for snow money. Three days ago the official holidays for the Christmas were declared. The preparation for the same was on its peak. All the house were decorated with red and white decorations. The human dwellings looked extremely adorable while the wolves houses seemed no lesser.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

“Would you like to know a Christmas secret? Would you be able to keep it?” Liam gave an enthusiastic nod as he leaned closer to Nicholas. “I can keep a secret! I promise!” “I’m actually Santa’s son. I came here from the North Pole last night. There was an emergency with one of Santa’s sleighs. It looks like it’ll be too foggy on Christmas Eve for Santa to be able to fly his sleigh through the night...” Nicholas brought a hand to his chin, as he ran his fingers through his faux beard. “Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?”

The sleeping Ember gave no response, but he continued speaking as though she could hear him. "Let me tell you a story. You used to love listening to my stories, didn't you, hmm?" Atlas lowered his gaze. His expression grew softer than ever before. "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit in the forest. And one winter day, she built a small snowman outside her home. "The snowman had a round nose and a perpetually smiling face. "The little rabbit and the snowman quickly became the best of friends. They sang and danced together every day, and they were so happy.