Eddsworld Christmas Novels & Stories

Or if I'm lucky enough, it will come once a year like Christmas too. How awesome would it be to find him all wrapped up under the tree every Chrismas Eve, just waiting for me to enjoy him until New Year. Huh, that's a good idea. Perhaps I can pitch it to him? ‘A Christmas Dream’, perhaps pitch it to Netfl!x too for Christmas's Specials.

The next day, a little after 11 a.m., Eddie stood at the arrival gate holding a large, garish sign. Hazel, wearing sunglasses and a mask, stood beside him, her face completely concealed. After all, Eddie’s sign was the epitome of humiliation. It screamed, 'Welcome Home, Lord Xander and Lady Sully, Rulers of the Kingdom of Awesome!' in glittery neon pink, complete with a couple of misspelled words and stick figures holding hands under a lopsided rainbow. To top it off, Eddie had drawn a crown on Xander’s head and a tiara on Sully’s—with an unfortunate resemblance to a UFO.

Midnight sharp. December 24th. Christmas Eve.

Aciel's taunts grew crueler. "Ace." Eden warned. “Leave it alone if Sian doesn't want to go anywhere during Christmas. After all, it's actually good because they have to take care of Olivia's womb and not make Olivia too tired.” “Thanks Ed, you are the best. And Merry Christmas to you, I'm glad you like it," said Sian while glancing at the green knitted hat that Eden was wearing. Instantly Eden stroked her hat and smiled sweetly at Sian for the man's kindness.

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

The Christmas market in Evergreen Hollow buzzed with life despite the biting December chill. Strings of twinkling lights draped over wooden stalls, and the air carried the scent of mulled wine, roasted chestnuts, and fresh gingerbread. It was the town's biggest holiday event, drawing locals and visitors alike. The 32 year old Lila Voss had come back from Seattle for the season, escaping the corporate grind of her marketing job. Single after a messy divorce, she craved the simple joys of her childhood home, but loneliness nipped at her heels like the wind.

One of the women with brown hair in a high bun decorated with mistletoe nodded. "Drew, you need to call all our kids. They must greet such sweet guests and invite them to play by the Christmas tree. After all, today is Christmas Eve, a time for love, fun, and feasting." the other one, with her black hair in a braid, straightened up and exposed her tattooed neck and cleavage in a tight red latex dress.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

And that little conversation is how Michael found himself alone in Edwardo’s expansive walk-in closet. He’d lamented that he had nothing here to wear to make their first time special, but apparently Edwardo had a dirty little secret that offered the perfect solution. So, while Edwardo was busy filling one of Essie’s chew toys with peanut butter, Michael got to have his own lingerie themed Christmas.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.