Romans & histoires Funny Christmas Pfp

I’m just as busy as ever, but being lost in a happy haze of sex and orgasms really does take the edge off long days and early mornings. It helps that the guys often stop by the bakery, either to help or just to hang out. All the usual holiday stress is so far in the background that I can’t even see it most of the time. It’s the most fun I’ve had this time of year in longer than I can remember. Luke has a dry sense of humor and a knack for comedic timing that never fails to have me laughing. Two days ago when an angry woman nearly cursed me out at the bakery, he diffused the tension by cracking a joke about her coat that had me in tears of laughter instead of frustration.

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.

To he that wrote me those letters that made my day and always made me smile. Thank you. Eyes bored into his back and when he turned, he stared into her eyes. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. He spun around and walked, out of the party. ✏✏💭💭 *smiles sweetly* Merry christmas every one! May all your wishes have been granted. See you in the funny pages!（＾ω＾） P.s. that was my exit line in every of my books in w*****d, minus the cute face. ( ;

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.

"I saw you naked... and you're so hot... I'm just being awkward. I'll shut up." I couldn't help but laugh. Jax was rarely thrown off; I loved that I had that kind of power over him sometimes. I pulled my festive sweatshirt over my head. "You can turn around now. I'm clothed." He turned around slowly as if he didn't believe me. Once he realized I was, indeed, clothed, his eyes hovered on my sweatshirt. It had a portrait of Santa holding a white claw on it. "Santa Claws?" Jax asked, "Where did you get that?"

“Remember in seventh grade when I asked you out, and you told me ‘not even if you were the last boy in Mississippi’?” She groaned, hiding her face. “Let it go.” “Never. That was my villain origin story.” “You’re insufferable.” “You love it.” She smiled up at him. “Yeah. I really do.” Christmas Eve was loud and messy and perfect. Harper’s house was packed with extended family—her cousins screaming over board games, someone burning the dinner rolls, off-key caroling and someone’s aunt insisting everyone wear reindeer ears for a group photo. Jaxon fit in like he always had. He helped Harper’s dad in the

not getting what was funny. “A white elf???” She asked. “That’s not what it’s called?” He asked her, genuinely confused. Then again.. how the fuck did he know. It wasn’t like he normally participated in Christmas parties. “No…” she said, laughing now. “It’s a dirty Santa gift. Or some people call it a white elephant. But for sure not an elf..” Quinn grinned. “Well. I was close.” He said. “You were absolutely miles and miles away..” she argued. “But anyway. You actually don’t have to go get that.” She told him.

“They love you to pieces.” I smiled then. And that’s how we fell asleep. Both of us smiling. Me holding her hand. Her thankful to be a part of a close knit group. And me thankful that I got to do this. I got my second chance. I’d never been more thankful for anything. <> Something was tickling me. I opened my eyes to see Frankie’s big ass head close to my face. I looked at him funny. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Just waking you up princess. It’s Christmas!!” He said smiling.

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

she asked. “You look beautiful,” I replied, sounding corny. “I look the same as always. Thanks though. You just needed to paint yourself orange to top off your outfit,” she laughed, tapping my chest. “Merry Christmas, papa pooh!” Amber yelled and dashed towards me. “Merry Christmas, bambi,” I answered happily, kissing her cheek. I placed a red and green headband on her head. Now she looks like Bambi, the reindeer. “The table is set. Assist me in carrying out the food, please?” she asked.