Funny Christmas Memes Novels & Stories

“Why don’t you head home? You can tell your boss I said you can go. It is Christmas Eve after all.” “Thanks, but it’s okay. My flight home is late enough that I’m practically riding Santa’s sleigh tonight. I might as well be here,” Fauna said with a laugh. “Otherwise I’d just be at home watching old Christmas movies and eating popcorn. I don’t need the calories.” “Thank you for the files,” he said. “No problem,” Fauna replied. “Can I get you some coffee or anything? I can get hot or iced. I’m better at hot, though.”

Sara smiles, nodding gratefully while wiping away tears that had rolled down her cheeks. “Thank you, that means everything to me.” Sara cries, placing her hand on her chest and looking at Shayla, who smiles tenderly at her. “Why am I crying on Christmas Day?” Aimee grumbles, sobbing, making everyone laugh. “Mr H, you’re killing me! We’re supposed to be eating, drinking, and making merry! Gosh!”

I whispered lowly. "Christmas is in a few days I want us to have lots of fun!" Astley said with a bright smile. Astley seemed to be the more calm one, all he did was suck his thumb and smile. "me too," Anton replied with equal enthusiasm. "what about you aunt? do you want to have fun on Christmas day?” he tilted his head as he watched me. "err yeah maybe," I shrugged. I didn't really care about Christmas, I don't remember having that much fun on Christmas day I didn't know what to think about it.

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Scott says from behind me and I stand upright with a smile on my face. "We have lots of candies to put up still" I complain. "We could just leave them. I don't want to do all this shit anyway. I'm doing it for you" He says. "Be cheerful, come on. It's Christmas tomorrow" I Chuckle, remembering when he teases me about Christmas and called mean child who till waits for Santa to bring her gifts. "I don't have good memories with Christmas" He shrugs. The coffee machine goes off and I hurry to pour us our coffees. I'm only glad I set it up while we were working up the place and fixing the Christmas tree Scott bought yesterday.

Larissa glanced at me, twisting her lips shyly. "It was only that one time, I was young and you were stupid," "No, you're stupid." "Shut up, dick slammer!" "Hey, did you know that one time, Larissa put up her underwear for Santa instead of her sock?" "Hey, that was personal!"

“Oh thank God, backup. Jackson, explain memes to your boyfriend. He doesn’t understand why anyone would care about a woman yelling at a cat.” “It’s not that I don’t care,” Frost protested. “I just don’t understand the context. Is this a human realm inside joke? Did something happen with this specific woman and cat?” I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my bag by the door. “Frost, it’s just a meme. It doesn’t have to make sense. That’s kind of the point.” “But—” “Nope.” Maya held up a hand. “We’re moving on. Next meme.” She scrolled down, and Frost leaned in closer, his expression adorably perplexed.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

“You want to show me that you’re not the real estate developer-Grinch I think you are by taking me to the tree lighting ceremony?” “I mean, I was going anyway. If you were going, we could stand near each other so you could witness just how much gusto I put into my Christmas caroling.” Memory giggled and hated herself for it. “I don’t know.... I’m not much of a singer.” “Anyone can sing Christmas carols.” “That’s not true!” She found herself pointing at him and put her finger away. “Christmas carols are hard. Some of them anyway.” “Fine. Don’t sing. Just listen.”

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"