Grumpy Cat Christmas Memes Novels & Stories

Archer murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. I chuckled softly, turning to face him with a playful glint in my eyes. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Grumpy," I teased, poking him gently in the ribs. Archer's lips twitched with amusement as he feigned offense. "Mr. Grumpy? I'll have you know that I'm the picture of happiness and bubbliness," he declared with mock anger. I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "Of course, darling. That frown that is always resting on your face is a frown of happiness," I quipped, punctuating my words with exaggerated air quotes.

But since he had already completed this part of his plan, he was feeling quite happy and he was fine with that. "Well, I think we don't need to do any Christmas shopping yet. But I can ask if you can help us unpack and settle in tomorrow, right? Unless you're going to the office instead…" The Alpha of the Silvercrest pack suddenly froze for a moment, and then a large Cheshire cat grin slowly showed up on his face. The babies laughed at the "big happy man" and then ran to him with arms spread wide open… Soon the three were on the floor having piggyback rides with the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company…

“Me, too. From now on, I’m your Christmas Memory.” Dak grinned, his eyes dancing in the reflected gleam from the Christmas lights, and Memory lost herself in his kiss, certain they’d be together for all the Christmases yet to come.

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

I set everything down on the shingles and began working. One year ago, I had despised Christmas. Now? Now I embraced it with the chaotic enthusiasm of a wolf pup smelling its first snowfall. I hummed along to human holiday music blasting from a speaker below, completely off key, yet entirely happy. Marek teased me about my singing often. I teased him back for pretending he did not enjoy it.

Anything for a laugh – honestly, it’s like currency in our little group. “I don’t know...” Kate murmured, already retreating into that overly responsible corner of her brain. “Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re studying for an entry exam to Yale,” I said, letting a little irritation slip into my voice. She gave me a deadpan look. “You don’t know my life.” “Girl, your life is memes, sarcasm, and occasionally passing math.” “Fine,” she groaned, caving at last. “Good girl.” I winked like a smug aunt handing out wine at a family dinner.

Chris feigned a pitiful expression as he answered Henry before turning to Addison “No” “You didn’t???” Addison’s eyes widened in shock before they were filled with admiration “Who could come up with something so ingenious?? I have to worship this god of retribution….ha….ha…. it was so refreshing to see the memes…. Ha….ha…ha…” Addison bend over hugging his stomach. He couldn’t stop laughing, the memes were too hilarious. He wondered if Daniel would ever be able to recuperate the courage to face the business world again. “Your god of retribution is next door doing his 1000 push up punishment. Would you like to join him?” Chris hooked his eyebrows teasingly.

“You’re way too handsome to be the Grinch.” I gave a small smile before I nodded in understanding. I liked the fact that she was trying to lighten the mood, to help me deal with my loss. "I may not like Christmas,” I told her next. “But Hayley seems to like it…just like her mother did. And since she wants to celebrate it, I cannot stop her. That would make me the Grinch." I was a little too surprised when Kathleen suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace.

Family stuff just wasn’t my cup of tea. “I don’t have a clue about traditions. As you see, I don’t have a single Christmas decoration here, and I haven’t bought a Christmas gift in ages. Jakegets his usual amount of money, and that’s it.” Catherine looked at me with big, sad eyes. “What about your family?” I shrugged. “They’re Jehovah’s witnesses. They don’t celebrate.” “Oh. Your friends?” “What about them?” I retorted. “Don’t you exchange gifts?” “Nah. Melanie makes some cookies shaped like Christmas bells for us at the office. Nothing more.”

“Yeah, you know. The day after Christmas set aside for opening presents. Did anyone not teach you anything about Christmas?” Well Mila, taught me some, but not everything, I suppose. “I’m afraid not. I’m not familiar with the celebration”. “Well here are a few tips for you. One, you can’t look hideous on Christmas Day. Meaning that you can’t meet baby Jesus when you’re looking like someone hit you with a sack of potatoes. Two, you need to be very proactive. You’re gonna be saying a lot of Merry Christmases. It would hurt but it’s worth it. Jesus is worth the pain Three, only good thoughts on Christmas day. That means you’ve got to keep the devil and whatever comes with it out of your mind. F