Novel & Cerita Funny Christmas Memes

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

“I’ll find something, okay? Let’s just chill outta here!” “We all are chill. It’s winter, remember?” Unfortunately, I was the only one who found my joke funny.

We wanted to have a Christmas together as a family. And then the surprise turned into a nightmare. The first thing my in-laws received after they went into the villa was not a hug. Instead, it was a basin of dirty water. Zack was standing at the porch, sizing us up with disgust. "Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them."

My Christmas will be different then. “Mommy is waiting for you, baby. When you come out, we’ll cuddle not just every Christmas. We’ll do it every day. I’ll be your mother and your best friend. We’ll be the best duo in the world. When times are tough, they say sweets could help. I’ll buy a cake and we’ll share it together. And when it’s Christmas, I’ll also buy a giant Christmas tree for us. I’ll carry you and I’ll let you put on the star. It’ll be fun. I know because I’ve tried it before. Funny, right? That’s the only fun thing your mommy knows. But we could start from there and discover fun things together… right?”

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.

Mama looked pitiful and shamed, she stared at the makeshift Christmas tree crying, shaking her head. “You guys are fucking horrible, sorry excuse for human beings. Your children are sitting in a cold-ass house with nuke-warm food on Christmas, no Christmas presents, no parents and all you’re worried about is making more money? What are you doing with the money ya’ll make, smoking it?”