Favorite Middle Grade Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

Reaching out, she gave one of the girl’s pigtails a tug. “I promise, there will be lots of trees when we get into town. But remember, we’re getting a little one this year, okay?” Because of the Grinch and his aversion to all things festive. “I know! It’s like a fairy tree because it’s tiny and can go on a table to put in our room because Kaleb doesn’t like Christmas.” Her head tipped to one side. “How come he doesn’t, Mommy? Everybody likes presents. And Santa… And the reindeers, and Christmas trees filled with lights and all the merry stuff… How come, Mommy?”

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.

I have two others here on goodnovel that are completed if you want to check those out too. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

I thought and for some reason I remembered the boy in the fox mask and his story, the one where he had found someone and thanks to that someone, he no longer felt alone "a story in the forest! Is there one like that, Dad?" My father seemed surprised, but still smiled and began to rummage through his great book of tales. He flipped and flipped through, but he didn’t seem to find anything good. "How about snow white? She runs off into the woods and..." "No" I denied with my head "she dies." "But the kiss of love..." "I don’t want a story like that." He smiled. "Right... so... Red Riding Hood?" "She is the kind of child that Uncle Asmodeus would call dumb," I spoke between grumblers.

She stood at the corner, arms folded, smile sharp as a glass ornament. Jace straightened instantly. I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped. Bianca’s gaze flicked between us — my swollen lips, his disheveled hair, the distance that wasn’t nearly enough. Her smile widened slowly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “This is going to be… fun.” And just like that… I knew: Christmas was about to get a whole lot worse.

Lucus admitting to liking the color blue and black while his favorite season was winter while favorite holidays were Thanksgiving and Christmas, and his most favorite animal was that of a wolf. Humming in delight, Isabella moves to think of Grant and his answers. Green being his favorite color while spring was his favorite season. As for holidays, Grant too liked Christmas and his favorite animal was that of a dragon. Alex on the other hand liked the color red, followed by the summer seasons with the 4th of July being his most absolute favorite holiday of all, probably because it meant that he could get away with playing with fireworks and blowing shit up without getting into a whole lot of

“Well here are a few tips for you. One, you can’t look hideous on Christmas Day. Meaning that you can’t meet baby Jesus when you’re looking like someone hit you with a sack of potatoes. Two, you need to be very proactive. You’re gonna be saying a lot of Merry Christmases. It would hurt but it’s worth it. Jesus is worth the pain Three, only good thoughts on Christmas day. That means you’ve got to keep the devil and whatever comes with it out of your mind. Four, be nice to everyone even your enemies. If my grandma holds your hands tomorrow, don’t fall for it. It’s just for the show. Five, make sure you eat a lot. Christmas ain’t Christmas without feasting Crinka so be sure to enjoy it.” “I wil

Killian immediately shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around herself, breathing in his scent. "I loved Christmas here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was—they made it so special. So magical. Mrs Morales would start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. She had made us all hot chocolate and put on Christmas music–Mary's Boy Child by Bonney M precisely, and we'd spend the whole day turning the house into something out of a Hallmark movie. And Mr Morales, he'd read us the Christmas story every single night in December, counting down until the actual day. And Daryl would—" She couldn't finish. "I hated the smell of Christmas

Snow Brook Valley Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowded, and the fish market was packed. The town had a special meal they made with fresh fish and spicy soup. Brandon was exhausted and needed to rest and today was the town's Christmas nativity night. He would be attending because he just wanted to stay far away from Claudia. Their fights were becoming too much and it was exhausting.

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.