Gravity Falls Christmas Novels & Stories

Gianna whispered in wonder, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she gazed at the brilliant display painting the night sky. Giovanni's security team had orchestrated the magnificent show in the mansion's expansive courtyard. Don Salvatorre and Sal were first to venture onto the stone terrace for an unobstructed view, and the others quickly followed. Charlemagne walked hand-in-hand with his Dadda Charles, while Giovanni carried a drowsy Gianna, her small arms looped trustingly around his neck. Carly leaned into her husband's warmth, his free arm secure around her waist as gold and silver stars exploded overhead. "Buon Natale, my love," he whispered against her hair. "Happy Christmas."

They froze. Snow fell around them. Her hair brushed his jaw. His hands were on her waist. “You’re heavy,” he said. “You’re lying,” she shot back. For a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. Then— “DAAAADDYYYY!” Noelle slid into them like a missile. Sebastian groaned. Nyra burst out laughing. “This,” Nyra said between laughs, “is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.” Sebastian stood, brushing snow off. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

★★★★ As the night grew deeper, the snow began to fall. Those snowflakes gushed from the sky with such grace and elegance, tenderly landing on the earth. By daybreak, Edinburgh should be completely coated in snow, everyone was going to be celebrating Christmas with gusto, though Christmas had still days to come. The shops and streets were all lit up. After tonight, the snow would be praised for enhancing the magnificence of this metropolis.

No reason to panic at all. My house creaks in the wind, as if disagreeing with me. I give up trying to sleep around 2 a.m. Instead, I sit by my window, knees pulled to my chest, watching snow swirl under the streetlights like tiny ghosts. The ornament lies on the table where I left it, silent and accusing. What does the number 24 mean? Twenty-four days until Christmas? Twenty-four days until… something else? My thoughts spiral until I almost convince myself it’s a prank. A sick one, but a prank.

So they must be on Earth because Earth is where those not fully born of this realm end up or those that simply refuse to choose a side spend their eternity living life after life. I have wandered a few cities already and have not even turned up a decent conversation. I have also seen a multitude of light displays over my many trips to Earth. Christmas, ugh! Bah, humbug, I'm so with Ebenezer Scrooge on this one. Some of the light displays in this town are very beautiful. I have always been able to appreciate beauty in all its forms. However, I must admit this one display caught my eye for a very different reason.

Maya: "Tomorrow." Derek: "Tomorrow I'm kissing you. Rules or no rules." Maya: "I'm counting on it." I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep was impossible. Because tomorrow was Christmas. And tomorrow, apparently, Derek was done following all the rules. I couldn't wait.

Charlene wanted to buy a new plant after work because she realized one of her plants at home was withering. She noticed what her coworker had mentioned: Santa Claus decorations and Christmas trees were all over the mall. There was a tangible sense of celebration. People were swarming the streets, either in groups or in pairs. Overwhelmed by the festive spirit, Charlene was temporarily immobile as she observed the vibrant surroundings surrounding her.

I moan and Sid chuckles. “You should try them with the brownie. You’ll ascend even higher than heaven.” Alex gives us a questioning look. “Is there anything higher than heaven?” I shrug. “Who knows?” “I know that I’m not going to heaven after dying so it doesn't matter.” Sid jokes, making us chuckle. Alex exhales and looks around the grounds, his eyes scanning the lights and the children that run along the snow covered field. “This pack is getting messier by the day. It’s strange. We’re celebrating Christmas while we’re clearly in danger.”

CHAPTER 62 Christmas Christmas - a holiday that is celebrated on December 25 in honor of the birth of Jesus Christ or the period of time that comes before and after this holiday 62 The entire breakfast was quiet and awkward. Nick was sitting down right next to me as we sit down right across mom and Cameron while dad was on Nick's left and Ingrid was on my right. We were all eating very silently. Dad didn't say anything about what he saw last night and what Nick told him. As for Cameron, he didn't say anything about what he saw a while ago too. Everything was so weird on the table but then I liked how they didn't bother to talk about it. I liked it that neither of them wanted to start so I ig

“It’s just a movie. Movies didn’t get you into this. It is for the 12 Slays of Christmas; you are watching this movie.” Sidney laughed awkwardly—she was talking to herself. She squeezed her eyes shut for an instant and depressed the Play button. The murderous Santa appeared on the screen as the notes of the score wandered a well-worn path through Sidney’s memories. Her chest tightened in reflex then expanded in a flood of nostalgia. “12 Slays of Christmas” had been the first holiday gimmick post that she had tried with her site, which she turned into a social media challenge. And she had seen success.