Favorite Middle Grade Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

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

His heart felt unsettled as if sensing something beyond his understanding. —----------------------------- Author’s Note Wishing you a joyous Christmas filled with love, laughter, and happiness. Merry Christmas! The author has three news to share on this brilliant day. 1. On this occasion, we will do a mini mass release. I will post 5 chapter of this book so that your holiday is filled with love of your favourite characters and authors.

“Summer when I was ten. My brother and I built a tree fort in the backyard. It was terrible—leaky roof, crooked walls—but we spent the whole summer up there. Reading comics, eating stolen cookies, pretending we were pirates. I felt… free.” I smiled, turning to kiss his jaw. “That sounds perfect.” He kissed my forehead. “What about you?” I snuggled closer. “Christmas when I was eight. Mom let me stay up late to watch the snow. We made hot chocolate with too many marshmallows and sat by the window for hours. She told me stories about when she was little. I felt like the whole world was just us.” He hummed, hand sliding up to cup my breast—not sexual, just holding, thumb brushing idly. “I want

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

I thought I was beginning to understand what my mom was always saying about it being better to give than receive. “Cadence! Your pajamas are upstairs in your room,” my mom said, as if she’d just realized what my sister was wearing. “Oh, that’s okay,” Cadence protested. Perhaps she didn’t want to wear her Christmas jammies in front of her coworker. “Now, come on Cadence. You know the rules. Christmas jammies for presents!” my mom insisted, and I thought back to that movie, A Christmas Story, where Ralphie has to put on those rabbit pajamas. I knew Cadence’s were the same as mine, though, red and green with reindeer heads. They weren’t so bad.

I wait for her to finish chewing her bite and she begins. "My mom's favorite holiday is Christmas. She loves every holiday but is a sucker for Christmas. We never had much money when I was little, but she always made she sure we did something that wrapped around the wonderful holiday. Her favorite movie growing up was How the Grinch Stole Christmas and she was always in love with little Cindy Lou who. When she found out she was having a girl she knew she wanted to incorporate the name. I was forever Candice Lou Holmes." She finishes with a chuckle that transforms into a sorrowful smile.

“But you do look very nice. I like the dress very much.” “Thanks,” I said, not really believing the compliment, but appreciating it anyway. “Do you like Paradisa so far?” she asked, changing the subject. “It's beautiful,” I told her. “We're supposed to go on a tour tomorrow so I can actually see more than just this castle.” “Be sure to stop at Whymore Pub,” she advised. “They have the best fish and chips. Freddie says that they're the only thing he misses from home. He once paid a valet to bring him a box all the way to his college dormitory.”

Jace felt a deep sense of gratitude for this moment and the friendships that had blossomed. With their story taking shape, they began to share their favorite parts. Jace read aloud the section about the winter spirit, while Elara shared her illustrations, bringing their vision to life. Mia and Leo contributed their own ideas, and together they shaped a tale that resonated with the magic of the woods. As night fell, they decided to gather around a small fire they had built near the pond. The crackling flames provided warmth as they continued their storytelling session. Jace felt the magic of the woods enveloping them, the whispers of the trees echoing in his heart.

Each night after the kids are all bathed, they rush into the library and sit at Samson’s feet, and listen to stories about elves, pixies, boggarts, and the butt-kicking Grandma who saved a Jade Wolf. Their favourite story, though, is the one about the two werewolves who got lost in the forest, argued a lot, fell in love, and saved the day. I’d come a long way from the lonely, sheltered girl in a giant castle. I still had the giant castle, but I got to share it with Josh, and together we’d filled it with happiness, laughter, and the people we loved most. The End.