Ho Ho Ho Christmas Novels & Stories

It was a testament to the unity and deep connections we shared. On Christmas Eve, we gathered in the grand hall, the air humming with an electric energy. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, as Golder stepped forward, her voice filled with joy and gratitude. She spoke of love, unity, and the true spirit of Christmas. Her words resonated with each pack member, reminding us of the precious bonds that held us together.

Humming her response and nodding up and down, she responds, “How old are you?” “I turned twenty-one just before last Christmas.” I smile, but she just tilts her head. “Oh, no Christmas here?” “Sorry love, what’s Christmas?” “It’s a holiday celebrated a little differently around the world, people give out presents and families gather to spend time together, people decorate their houses with lights and have a big dinner, it’s very nice.”

Hoor gasped , he flicked his tongue on her cheek kissing it and smiled . When he moved back , he cupped her face caressing her both cheeks ." I love how soft and fluffy they are . They always leave me with a need to bite in them, kiss them, caress them . But when you are blushing ,its uncontrollable." He explained on a sigh . Hoor was going redder , she quickly moved towards the mirror and started checking the coat . It fit her perfectly .. " We are leaving tonight angel . If you need anything , we can get it now ." He said taking the boxes of her shoes out .

By the seventeenth day of December, Christmas has taken over the town. Soon red and white are the only two colours the world knows—how it always happens this time each year. Plastic hollies and mistletoes hang from porches of family houses and schools gates, churches and banks. A cherry sun hangs from a lucid mistless sky. Red and white, too. Perhaps that is all Christmas is: Red and white.

she commended. I bowed. “Thank you ma. You have such a lovely home." She shrugged. “It's little, but I hope you feel comfortable." “Little? No way. And, you have such an awesome taste." She laughed. “Hello," Damon called. “I’m right here." “Oh, I see you. I just don't want to pay you any attention," Grandma Rose said. We both burst out laughing. “Come on, give grandma a hug," she said, holding open her arms.

Lory said softly, a smile spreading across her face. “You’re right, Lory,” I replied, my heart warming as I looked at our family together. The atmosphere was cozy, filled with laughter, whispers, and the soft hum of excitement. The clock struck twelve, and the kids erupted in joyful cheers. “Merry Christmas!” we all shouted together, our voices blending into a chorus of love and celebration. We gathered around the Christmas tree, beautifully adorned with ornaments we had collected over the years, each one holding a memory, a story of our family’s journey.

“This is what Christmas is about. Family. Love. Togetherness. So let’s eat, drink, and make this night one to remember. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas!” everyone echoed, clinking their glasses together before diving into the feast. The room was soon filled with the sounds of plates clattering, forks scraping, and delighted conversations. Laughter rang out as funny stories were shared, and the warmth of love and togetherness filled the air.

“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.

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

Before I can say a word, Nina has Josh up on his feet and prancing around the couches and pretty soon the whole room is filled with laughter including the cutest giggle of all that comes from my little girl. This time last year, Noah and I were both pretty tipsy and, after leaving my mom's house, we headed to the club for the night. I know what you're thinking, why would you go clubbing on Christmas night? Why is a club even open on Christmas night? The answer is pretty simple. First off, why wouldn't we go? We were two single men with no attachments whatsoever and aside from spending Christmas day with my Mom and Granddad, we had no other commitments, so if the clubs open then why not go?