Deku Christmas Novels & Stories

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

After an eventful morning of playing around the frozen lake with snow arts and fights, we all had a big breakfast, walked around the territory a little as Neo toured Tri and I with Titus–while River stayed very close–and after eating risengrynsgrøt (hot rice pudding served with sugar, cinnamon, and butter) which is a traditional meal for ‘Little Christmas Eve’ around here, Neo and Tri were completely dog-tired and they were knocked out in the tree house in less than two minutes. Now it was just Titus and I, seated by the little jungle playground in Neo’s room. River was here earlier, but had to leave–amidst his clear diswant not to–since Aspen needed him to check something by the border. He

It was a Christmas of firsts for both Felix and Cassie. For Felix, this was the first time that his house had ever been decorated for Christmas. In the past, he had put up a plastic miniature tree if he remembered and while Hazel had still been alive, she had put up a menorah for the December festivities. Now, the decorations started right from the gates to the mansion, with the pathway leading to the house lined with colorful reindeer figurines, giant candy canes and plastic snowmen. The house was decked in strings of flashing Christmas lights that Felix was certain would be visible from space.

I smiled as I went to Kuru and Lee “anything I need to be taught about today?” “Don’t expect anything from me” Kuru said but then lightened up when he saw I had misinterpreted his words “Santa only leaves you one gift; the rest are from everyone else. You get to see him and tell him about it and give one back to him. Mostly it is pudding because people put one out on the doorstep for the less fortunate.” “That’s what I’ll be doing” Lee boasted “you get to do something different.” Kuru nodded and smiled at Lee.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

Ben was gone from Diego's life. Lorenzo had chosen escalation. And Christmas was coming. Let it. "Away from chaos. What are we doing differently for Christmas this year?" Bukky chimed in on my thoughts. I scoffed, pouring myself another drink. "You've forgotten that this Dome doesn't celebrate Christmas, Bukky." "What? At least we've still got children and young adults here. They need..." And then the air shifted again. Not violently. Not loudly. It adjusted like the room had learned a new center of gravity.

Rook POV Kade is standing at the counter, fully focused, arranging fruit on a plate like it’s a goddamn art project. A full spread of Christmas-themed food covers the table, pancakes dusted with powdered sugar to look like a snowman, a Santa face made out of whipped cream, raspberries, and banana slices, and a Christmas tree crafted from carefully placed kiwi slices with pomegranate seeds acting as ornaments. There’s even a candy cane made from alternating slices of strawberries and bananas.

I have no choice. "Yes, of course. I'll get this one to bed but be careful." her motherly auro warms my heart a little as I give them both a smile and hug before setting off on another night of hunting. I'm not sure how I'm going to manage getting what we need when there's just the two of us but I'll figure it out... I have to. I start heading down the busy sidewalk taking in my surroundings and all the people as they go about their day. Christmas is close and it's pretty easy to tell the difference between the people that are just enjoying this time of year and the people that are late with their shopping and are in panic mode. God, what I would give to be either of those people.

The gesture wasn’t unwelcomed. “Come in, Chelsea. What are you drinking?” Mr. Dawson asked. “Daddy,” Deidre stretched out. “I know she can’t have alcohol, but she can drink other things,” Mr. Dawson said. “Well, I should have water but it is Thanksgiving . . . surely one glass of sparkling cider wouldn’t hurt. If you have some,” Chelsea said. She hoped not anyway. “I believe we do,” Mr. Dawson said.

Thanksgiving was about sharing and being grateful for the work going into making the pack function as a singular unit where no one was in need of anything. We’ve been told that Christmas is celebrated individually as not all families are comfortable celebrating. Many werewolves see Christmas as a human holiday that they don’t wish to participate in. Cassius, just like his fathers before him, continues the compromise of simply giving everyone in the pack two weeks off. It’s the only time that pack members truly need money as they have to travel into the city for groceries if they run out of something. Even the medical wing is closed with the exception of minor emergencies bringing me back to