Funny Christmas Memes Novels & Stories

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

“Yeah, you know. The day after Christmas set aside for opening presents. Did anyone not teach you anything about Christmas?” Well Mila, taught me some, but not everything, I suppose. “I’m afraid not. I’m not familiar with the celebration”. “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. F

Kieran pulled back his eyes and turned towards Jax “It is time you stop texting my girlfriend.” Jax clenched his fists, his face turned red in anger. Eleanor smirks beside him. A moment later, Jax starts laughing, as if he remembers something funny to him. I frowned. “Why are you laughing?” I asked. “You want to know why I am laughing?” He asked, stepping forward but I stepped backwards trying to ignore his eyes. He stopped and turned to Karina, “You should ask him that question.” I blinked trying to process what he meant. “What do you mean?” I asked.

When the warm air from the heater hit her, she smiled, a cozy feeling overcoming her. Brady pulled away from the curb and headed toward the diner. They admired the Christmas lights as they went, pointing out the prettiest houses to one another. When Brady saw a huge inflatable dog, they both oohed. It was black and white, much like Pooch. “Do you think that could be Pooch’s house?” Brady asked with a chuckle that indicated he was joking.

So, I do the next best thing to be in the Christmas mood. I go to the bar and I pull out a bottle, dust clinging to the glass. I make popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. And when I curl back on the couch with both, I flick through the channels until I land on Home Alone. The one movie guaranteed to make me laugh when nothing else will. I pour myself a glass, clink it against the air, and whisper, “Merry Christmas to me.” The words barely leave my lips before a sound cuts through the room.

Venom said, I took a glance at him and smiled light “I'm sorry guys, I just cannot help but to think that way” “Enough of the sad talk guys, it's Christmas night we need to make something and eat so we can stay awake and enjoy the rest of the night” Felix said “Just say you're hungry and stop using Christmas as an excuse” Freddo said to him “You're the most annoying twins ever” Felix glared at Freddo “The feeling is mutual brother, I don't know why I was born with you” Felix groan

“Mila, you’re a saint!” Then, he pulled out his phone. “Look at the group chat. It’s exploding!” The group name had been changed to ‘Care and Support of the Clown Werewolf King,’ and it was flooded with merciless mockery. Someone had photoshopped Sarek’s face with clown makeup and captioned it: [So I came after. I’m a homewrecker.] There were even meme videos titled, “The Werewolf King’s Breakup Survival Guide.” Louis laughed so hard his whole body shook. “Hahaha! That’s brutal!”

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

Christian punches me lightly in my arm. I snort. "Very gentleman, Christian," I say sarcastically. He laughs and walks to his seat. I chuckle and go to the multimedia to make sure it's ready. "Relax, Izzy. No more crazy slideshow like last time," the multimedia guy says and chuckles. I roll my eyes. "Seriously, you have to remind me about that?" I chuckle. I glance at everyone in the room. Everyone looks good. Maybe because it's the holiday season. Christmas is just around the corner.

The tea parties were particularly silly because I would serve multiple teacups as if there was anyone else at my little table with me. I remember the thrill I used to get when Santa Claus would come and wake me up in the morning on Christmas day. I would look forward to his arrival for days before Christmas. I remember how strong that feeling of sheer excitement was. I found it quite evocative to just go down memory lane. The funniest thing was that I had always known it was Dad underneath the costume— even that didn't stop my eyes from shining like those little string lights Mum would put on the Christmas tree.