Eddsworld Christmas Novels & Stories

Ethan picked up the toys that were scattered on the floor. He put those toys one by one onto the treasure box. As he picked up the last toy, he stumbled upon the Christmas gift, and he placed it back again where it should be. He stood up straight, touching the Christmas tree with his hands. It's that time of the year again, and every time this holiday comes, sadness seeps in. The nostalgic feeling always comes back because this is the time where he and Chad end things.

Susannah said, this time pacing around and looking at Eddie. "Eddie should be able to do it. Just like you find out how your mum was taken by William, I think you should give it another try". Susannah said. "I am not sure I will be able to do it again, and you are stronger than me in such an area. Since you couldn't recognize its face, I think we should just be prepared Incase anything happens". Eddie said and most of them keep to his idea and it was nightfall already. "Well, since we're still celebrating Christmas, let's at least celebrate as a family". Dave said and everyone was happy. It felt like a reunion. They all celebrated Christmas together.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.

My heart pounded harder than the bass in my favorite Afrobeats track, a mix of excitement and that familiar thrill of the chase. It was Christmas Eve, and while my girlfriends were posting stories of their lavish hauls... designer bags from Gucci, the latest iPhone 15, I was here, at the doorstep of my sugar daddy's sprawling mansion, ready to claim my slice of the holiday pie. Stefan had been away for months, jet-setting through Europe on business, but he'd texted me last night: ‘Come over, baby girl. Santa's got surprises.’ I adjusted my red mini-dress, the one that hugged my curves like a second skin, and stepped out into the crisp air, my heels clicking against the cobblestone driveway.

He’d asked her to help with the tree, and she would find a way to push her own grown up problems aside and give him an afternoon of tree decorating to remember. Once they got started, it was easier to push the awkwardness of both her conversation with Michael and the relaying of the information to Reid aside and concentrate on having fun. Michael requested Christmas music, and even though Reid was hesitant at first, somehow picking up on Melody’s preferences, she insisted that he turn some on so that Michael could decorate his tree with full effect. So Reid had found a kids’ Christmas station on Pandora and refrains of “Frosty the Snowman” and “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” filled the room

I murmured in a dismissive tone, flipping through the pages of the proposal she was pitching which I'd already gone through the previous day and deemed worthy, if that weren't the case I wouldn't be sitting here and wasting my precious time. “I was saying, it would be a bonus to host Christmas sales at the mall and a small celebration in light of the coming holiday,” she started with a small smile and I tilted my head, watching her with a slightly narrowed gaze. “It would not only boost the company's income but also curb the rumors flying around about how you hate Christmas and everything it represents,” she finished and there was pin drop silence in the room.

I squeeze his little hand and say nothing, looking back into the living room where Ian and Victor sit silently. If I felt it, and they saw it… Suddenly, the door creeks open again and we all spin, looking as Edgar comes into the room. “Woo!” He says, shaking snow from his hair. “It’s really starting to come down out there. Merry Christmas, everyone!” He gives us a big smile that falters as we all stare at him blankly, each of our minds totally elsewhere. “Am I…interrupting something?”

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

"This means we'll have to go shopping for many things, but we don't have any money. In other words, you need to make Sinjin your silent partner so all of these can be possible." "I guess you're right," Eds agreed, pouting. "We should be able to officially open by Christmas or New Year." She took a deep breath. "I hope it'll all work out that way." "And don't forget it'll be your birthday on Christmas as well," Sande reminded her. "Yay, me!" Eds clapped excitedly. "Does he know? Sinjin?" Sande inquired. "No, I've not told him," Eds replied, then rolled her eyes. "But I bet he already knows, since he knows my middle name."