Funny Quotes Holidays Novels & Stories

Beautiful things don’t just level up. They come home for the holidays.

Another shouted, “It is attacking. The decorations are alive.” I shouted back, “I told you Christmas was dangerous.” Garlands towered over us in fluffy, glittering mounds. A random wreath popped into existence and smacked Lucian in the face. He sputtered. “Aveline.” “This is not my fault,” I said quickly. “Earth holidays are cursed.” The garlands continued multiplying. Someone screamed, “Save yourselves.” Another shouted, “Grab the Alpha.” Another yelled, “Do not grab the Alpha, he will be furious, save someone else.”

“I mean, I couldn’t really before, since I was working all the time, but I also kinda can’t now either with the curfew still in effect and all the reporters still trying to corner me for an interview.” Scott reached across the table to grab Rayan’s hand, rubbing it soothingly. “You know, there’s a very major holiday coming up.” Rayan grinned and decided to play dumb. “What holiday?” “Oh, you know, just the one where the whole world celebrates a certain somebody’s annual trip around the sun.” “Really? Who would that be?” “You probably know him. He’s a hard worker, determined, and unbelievably handsome. In fact, you might just call him the most wonderful man in the world.”

I thought that was Christmas," and I respond. It's impossible to have a favorite holiday. That is dishonest. Mom looks at him. "I don't cheat, Anthony, so please stop accusing me of doing so. All other holidays are in second place, with Halloween and Christmas tied for first. My dad and I both make fun of her. She consistently cracks us up. I tell her, "I'm too old to dress up. "There is nothing like that. I believe your father and I are older than you because we are both dressed up. I jest, "You don't behave like it.

He is insinuating her to be always think of someone who doesn’t really prioritize her but sometimes uses her for his own self-satisfaction, saying, “Why not spend your time with us enjoying life instead of spending your thoughts on pointless problems? Come on, open the windows, and take in the sights and marvels of the surrounding atmospheres. And join us in celebrating the Christian holiday season, which honors the arrival of the Lord, Savior of all sinners, with the delicious fruits and foods we provided.” With a giggle, one of the five teammates said,

It's just his champion trophy standing high enough to blind them all, and he's about to make it shinier. "Hey K! My favorite out of all my favorites! How long has it been? I see you left the authorities some shock when they found out that you're alive, how's avoiding the polices? Any tripping or almost getting caught?" Mr. Christmas let out his usual annoying Santa Claus laugh while rubbing the bottom of his paunch. "Highly enjoyable, Christmas, you should try doing it sometimes." He sarcastically replied to the bald man that even made him laugh more. "You are so funny, K! You know how Invisible I am! No one could ever drag me down unless they hide all the twinkies and breads in the world in

SLOANE I woke up on December 28th with a kids’ menu pinned to my fridge and the distinct feeling I had lost my mind. The crayon looked even more ridiculous in daylight. THE HOLIDATE PACT in Jackson’s careful block letters. Twelve holidays. Three-second kiss maximum. No feelings. No exceptions. Our signatures at the bottom, like we’d just bought a house, instead of agreeing to a year-long performance. I stared at it while the coffee brewed, waiting for the panic to hit.

Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget. As I locked my car and walked past him, Mr. Jones cocked his head. "Not taking any time off for the holiday this year again, Miss Samantha? Always working, you are." I shook my head, pulling my scarf tighter. "Not my thing, Mr. Jones. Just another day as far as I’m concerned." “Well…” He looked at me with a sympathetic smile. “I always tell my kids, Christmas comes with its own miracles. Who knows? Maybe this year’s your lucky one.”

I told Jason as a matter of fact. “I wish I could be there, but—” Jason began. I was already familiar with his excuse. I had heard it so many times and today, I finished it for him, “I know how it goes,” I quoted Jason as much as I could. “Holidays bring the casualties, and Christmas is a big holiday. I get it,” I said to Jason, soft with my words. On second thoughts, I added with a hint of sarcasm. “I get it all the time.”

He looked like a CEO preparing to fire an intern. "We were snowed in," Silas said, speaking slowly and condescendingly. "High-stress environment. Cabin fever. Rationality goes out the window. People do things they wouldn't normally do just to pass the time." "To pass the time?" I felt sick. "You were just... bored?" He shrugged. A relaxed, tasteful movement that made me want to scream. "I'm a man, Maya. You're an attractive young woman who made it very clear she was available. It was a lapse in judgment. A holiday mistake."