Novel & Cerita Funny Christmas Memes

“Makes Christmas sound a lot more interesting.” I leaned back in my chair, coffee in hand. “You’re assuming your family celebrates Christmas instead of holding an annual shareholders’ meeting.” “We do both.” “I don’t believe you.” “My grandmother once gave my uncle a quarterly financial report in his stocking.” I stared at him, trying to decide if he was serious. “You’re lying.” “I wish.” I nearly choked on my hot chocolate, and Dean looked far too pleased with himself as he reached for the jam like he hadn’t just casually redefined holiday traditions.

Christmas is the time of the year where there's lots of sweets to chow on, snow, ice skating and I get a lot of presents from Santa aka dad. My last Christmas wasn't all that memorable, I didn't go skating as was tradition and the tree wasn't filled with present, just a little here and there. Mary Lou our cook was in depression and from my mom shouting hear and there —she was in a sour mood too— most the food ended up burnt. I cried throughout Christmas until the next day. But this Christmas is going to be better, yes no daddy but there's mummy and there's Aaron and Jesse and Nadine and Peyton. Let's not forget Liv my personal fighter.

Christmas had never been anything special for me. I had spent my last two Christmas' before this working an all-day shift at work, wiping vomit off tables and getting yelled at by unhappy customers taking their anger and frustrations on me. Afterward, C and I would spend the morning drinking on a rooftop and dancing to Fuck Christmas by Eric Idle. It was not exactly like I was the grinch or that I forbade the holiday spirit, there really was just nothing to celebrate or be happy for. After spending most of my childhood holidays hoping I would escape some beating or screaming from the matron on duty at the foster care that day who would rather be drinking her guts out on her day off, it was n

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

No amount of argument could change that. My little brother Josh was in the living room watching cartoons when I scurried past him. I raced down into the snowy street. The snow was an ankle deep. I jumped around, spreading my hands as wide as I could. Christmas in the air! That smell! That smell that makes you feel good and happy just once in a whole year. I walked two steps, stopped and put my hands into my Christmas coat. A smile curved into my lips as I watched the houses in our street. They were covered in snow flakes. It made the houses look like a little mountain or something in my imagination. Each house already had a special decoration on or is still struggling with it.

Seriously? To Colleen: Really? Couldn't wait, huh? Anyway, congratulations, I guess. Merry Christmas. Love you too. The next unread message came from Mitch. From: Mitch Merry Christmas, bitchy! I miss you and love you! Enjoy the holidays! Can't wait to see you soon! I smiled. To Mitch: Merry Christmas, bitchy! Enjoy the holidays too! P.S. Colleen isn't a Virgin Mary anymore. I shook my head while laughing.

I’m not sure how anything is supposed to feel better than this, how I could ever be expected to settle for less. "Merry Christmas, baby," "Merry Christmas," we utter at the same time and laugh.

"No, no. Don't come near me… I'm warning you…" "Can't hear you." He let out a mischievous laugh and started tickling me even though I asked him to stop, he said it’s the least I could do to make him feel better after our fight. But then he kept on tickling me and I kept asking him to stop but still he continued until finally he got tired of it and stopped tickling me. Tyler said, "We haven't bought a tree for Christmas yet. Shall we get one?" When I didn't give him a reply, he put his hands around my shoulders saying, "Don't get mad again babe. It's Christmas. The season to be happy and cheerful. Now, tell me how you want the tree to be? Do you want it taller or bigger…"

I set everything down on the shingles and began working. One year ago, I had despised Christmas. Now? Now I embraced it with the chaotic enthusiasm of a wolf pup smelling its first snowfall. I hummed along to human holiday music blasting from a speaker below, completely off key, yet entirely happy. Marek teased me about my singing often. I teased him back for pretending he did not enjoy it.

"What's so wrong with Christmas, Mr. Scrooge?" I take a swig of my beer, finishing the rest of the bottle, and shrug my shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with Christmas. I just looked at it differently I guess. When I was little, I was a weird kid. All my friends would be so excited for Christmas and they all told me how they stayed up late so that they could meet Santa, but not me. Nope, I stayed awake to try and capture the creep sneaking into my house once a year." As soon as I finish that sentence, a roar of laughter emits from all three of them.