Funny Christmas Pfp Novels & Stories

Jake on the other hand always kept it a bit longer on top and combed to one side. Both had matching pjs, as did we of course... it was a tradition we had always done since I could remember. This year we had a white and red striped pants and long sleeved tees with the words 'merry Christmas yah filthy animal' Courtesy of the very humorous Lorraine Mitchell of course.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

Or else, I might go completely insane. The pain inside my chest made me feel dead. Trying to wake up everyday and fake a smile was quite an effort. But I was willing to put up with it. The people around me, they deserve some peace of mind. If I can help them attain that by pretending to be okay, then so be it. I got up from my seat, swinging the school bag I brought with me today over my shoulders. “Nope, I’d rather enjoy the Philippine tradition of celebrating Christmas,” I said, smiling broadly.

"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.

“Obviously. I've known Sophie for months now. This was inevitable.” Christian stood in our bedroom wearing the full red suit, white beard, and hat. He looked absolutely ridiculous and completely adorable. I couldn't stop laughing. “This is humiliating,” Christian muttered, catching his reflection. “This is perfect.” I snapped photos with my phone. “Sophie, delete those.” “Never. These are going in our family album.” “We don't have a family album.” “Starting one now!” He tried to look stern, but the Santa beard ruined the effect. “The things I do for you,” he sighed.

I might have f**ked up really bad with Maren. “Ok…ok” Jaxon chuckled, “I will go now, Make sure you're not grumpy all day.” “I am not grumpy” I disagree, He gave me a shrug and stepped out of my room. I picked up my phone and logged into my page on the gram. My first scroll was a picture of Maren and Rylee in front of a Christmas tree in Maren's apartment. I entered her page and also saw a picture of she and Rylee in a fake snow, which is In front of a Shopping mall.

I know it is Christmas and I promised you guys that I will be putting a live video of the lighting of the star but I won’t be able to I am really sorry and I feel really ashamed but something private came up and I can’t say no at least not yet. If any of you would like to do that for me, then please let me know and I will arrange for you to share it in the blog. And all of you who would like to share their embarrassing stories just put them in the comments and remember we are all a family so no one is going to laugh at you. If someone does you will never know. Now who is having cake for Christmas dinner?’ Key

"Fuck! I can't stop myself!" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys. Have a merry Christmas and a Happy prosperous new year❤❤ Thank you so much for the support.

In every shot, he only frowned, but the last first strips, he was smiling as he stared at me and at the second strips he laughed as I make silly faces. I can’t help but laughed too at the picture. My phone vibrated, I open it and see a message from Tyler. He sends a picture of me with my eyebrow scrunched down. Chipmunk: That’s a picture of you thinking. Still want to argue about it? I rolled my eyes as I answer it. Me: Please stop taking picture of me. I know I’m beautiful 😉 Chipmunk: -_- I laughed as he sends me a flat face emoji.

All I could do was salvage the moment in silence. " So you don't like the idea of unwrapping presents during chrismas season?" I gave a fake pout, bringing out my infatile side. " Do I look five years old to you?" I pretended to assess her body, scanning her from head to toe in a pretentious contemplative manner then replied with a ; "Maybe if you had your hair in pigs tails , you could pass off as a demented five year old." " Of course you'd say something as grossly weird as that,"