Felix Christmas Novels & Stories

But now… Felicity bathed in the sunlight. She felt at peace. She looked down at the shore. There sat the man from her dreams. This time however, he wasn’t looking out at the waters, instead, he looked right at her. Felicity was not scared. She smiled and waved at him. He tilted his head and waved back awkwardly. That made her happy.

"So we agree. We stay away from each other. Act like adults." "Absolutely." He was looking at my mouth now. "Very adult. Very appropriate." Neither of us moved. Neither looked away. The sound of footsteps on the stairs broke the spell. We jumped apart just as Sophie's head popped through the opening. "There you guys are! Sorry that took forever. Did you find the boxes?" "Yeah, got them," I said, voice only slightly unsteady. We carried the boxes downstairs and spent the rest of the afternoon decorating. Sophie put on Christmas music. Jason made hot chocolate. It was exactly what Christmas should feel like.

Soon, the screen returned to normal, but Kiran still did not respond. Felix and Bianca were disappointed, but Felix did not give up. [Bianca, sing ‘I Will Always Love You’ and I’ll give you ten gifts.] Bianca cooperated with him and excitedly said, “‘FelixHeavens’ is so commanding.” Felix instantly had dirty thoughts when he heard that, which fueled his confidence. [I’m not the kind of loser who becomes stingy after getting famous overnight!] With a click, he sent ten more gifts.

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

Felix, wearing a Santa hat, served as the family's own Santa Claus, handing out gifts with a sparkle in his eye. As the unwrapping commenced, laughter filled the room. Zoey's eyes sparkled with excitement as she opened her presents, and Liam, too young to understand the concept of gifts, clapped his tiny hands at the crinkling sound of wrapping paper. "How adorable," they uttered as they both smiled while watching Liam altogether. Felix had a peaceful moment with Marianne despite the celebratory bustle. He handed her a nicely wrapped present, his eyes wide with eagerness. "Merry Christmas, my love."

The drive back from the marina was conducted in a heavy, strained silence. Cami sat in the back of the SUV with Ariana, her hand tightly gripping Ariana’s as if she were afraid her friend might vanish if she let go. Mateo drove, his eyes fixed on the road, his reflection in the rearview mirror a constant, watchful presence. When they finally entered the foyer of the mansion, the festive Christmas decorations—the towering tree, the garlands, the flickering candles—seemed mocking. The "perfect family Christmas" Cami had envisioned was a fractured mess.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

“Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?” “Rudolph!” Liam’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Rudolph could help Santa with his sleigh!” “Of course! Of course! Of course!” Nicholas hit his own forehead with the bottom of his palm. “Why didn’t I think of that?” Liam was giggling now, beaming up at Santa. Nicholas gave him a twinkling smile. “Now, little Liam, what’s your wish for this Christmas? Tell me fast, before the magic disappears!”

he called, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck. I waved back and managed a smile. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones. You’re here bright and early!" “Oh, yes!” he chuckled as I parked and stepped out of my car. “Gotta get ready to buy gifts for the kids. Almost the big day, you know.” “Right,” I said, forcing some cheer into my voice. “That’s nice. I’m sure they’re excited.” And they probably were most people were. Christmas had a way of lifting spirits, of wrapping people in warmth and nostalgia. Not for me, though. Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.