Favorite Middle Grade Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

“Please.” You just keep repeating that word like it has no meaning.” His voice had gotten deeper, rougher, and I could imagine him narrating an erotic audiobook.“I don’t know!” I answered.Spank.I gasped.“You do.” He rubbed the place in which his hand had landed and continued talking. “Now tell me.”I bit my lip, and I felt another spank, then a rubbing. “OKAY!” I screamed. “The wand. I like the wand.”“Good puppy.” His hand went to my cheek and rubbed it. “You see? It wasn’t that hard.”I nodded.“Now open your mouth.”

"Oh, everything! The children going to Narnia and the battles and Edmund being bad but then being sorry and being good. But I liked Lucy best. She's not pretty but she's so brave." He listens to the stream of enthusiastic chatter.... "In that case, try this one next. It is about the same children returning to Narnia.... 'The Silver Chair'.…" She all but snatches the book from his hand. "So, you enjoy the tales of magic and fantasy? What other books of that sort have you read?" "The ones by Scheherazade...." "Ah yes, the 'Teller of the Tales', 'The Thousand and One Nights." It does indeed contain some excellent stories. But not all, um.… suitable for young ladies. I suspect you have read a ve

Cyrus was right, if I had goals. “Can you use magic to help?” Jane offered. “I can imagine a good grade.” Suddenly, the daunting task seemed attainable. “Esmerelda!” Cyrus and Ghost exclaimed. “What does the pack do for Christmas?” I winked at Jane. She understood my tactic. “Christmas?” “Isn’t it next week?” “I suppose it is.” “Can I invite Uncle Harris?” “Maybe we can celebrate at the bar.” Cyrus deflected. “I need to look forward to something joyous.”

There would soon be presents and cookies. There was every reason to be happy and content. But, all she could think about was Nathan. So, she sat on the floor in front of the fire and drank rum. It was her annual place to sit on Christmas Eve. Holly and Mark had already watched the old Claymation version of Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Now they would exchange books as was their tradition.

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

Laura chided trying to hold back her laughter to save her friend’s face. The rest of the evening was fun with the women around. Petra, left some minutes after Maria had re-emerged to return home, leaving the rest of them in the house. The women had their dinner together and even succumbed to Laura’s wish to play Dirty Santa with Maria and Aria placed in charge of wrapping the gifts for the game. Afterward, all five women settled in front of the TV with blankets and popcorn buckets in hand to watch Jean Shepherd’s ‘A Christmas Story’. By midnight, they sang a Christmas hymn together and wished each other a Merry Christmas. Laura and Maggie then distributed the gifts they had brought for Maria

Christmas Eve New Zealand Jacobs Estate After dinner the children excitedly went into the living room waiting for Marty to read a story for them. He sat at the love seat beside Christine, before opening the book he kissed Christine’s forehead. He placed the book on his lap, then placed his left arm around Christine’s shoulders and she leaned her head on Marty’s shoulder. And then he began to read the story for the children. Christine looked up, admiringly at her husband who was reading the story. As usual he switches voices to suit the character. After finishing the story the children went to kiss both Christine and Marty.

Then she laughed, a throaty and endearing sound that made me smile. “Merry Christmas Brad and thank you for the most perfect gift ever.” I kissed her slow, tasting salt and sex and her and I knew deep in my heart that whatever it is this is, we were just starting.

"Thanks also for my gift—I'll think about you whenever I color 'Neverland.'" When she was gone, I picked up my present on the glass table beside our now-empty hot chocolate mugs. I tore off the shrink wrap, so I could see the actual uncolored pages. Although the art style was different from that of the version I grew up watching, it still caused a wave of nostalgia to wash over me. I ran my fingertips over the opening paragraphs of the story about the lost boy. The first story I'd learned by heart. It was just such a perfect gift, like the reddest, brightest cherry on top of the best holiday season I'd experienced in more than a decade.