Novel & Cerita Ho Ho Ho Christmas

by José Feliciano came blaring from the speakers, causing Hollis' head to whip up at the familiarity of it. "This is the best Christmas song! You ready to go, West Coast?" Hollis stood up from the bench, laughing halfheartedly as Whitney rose to her feet unsteadily, wobbling as she tried trekking forward. "I look like BAMBI. How the hell am I supposed to do that!?" Whitney gestured toward the outdoor rink at all the effortless skaters. Hollis followed her gaze, then latched on to the petrified girl's hand tightly. "Come on Bambi, I'll be your Thumper."

“What are you going to do anyway? Did Hunter mess up again.” "Anyway, just do what I say. I have to go." Snow fell from the sky among the sparkling lights of different colors and the eruption of various kinds of fireworks. It's Christmas. Everyone is happy celebrating Christmas and is waiting for morning to come to open the gifts that have been placed under the Christmas tree.

And after his speech, the countdown started. Mama and papa were on my side, as well as dad and Gabriel, Georgina, Lieutenant Stone, Lawrence, and Georgia too. We stand altogether and watch as everyone counted down. Five..... Four.... Three... Two.. One. December 25, 2050 - 12:00 am. "Merry Christmas!" everyone cheered as colorful fireworks lit up the sky. I didn't know where they got all of these but I'd say they made effort for everything. The cheerful voices of everyone and the Christmas carols that started to play from the speakers I didn't know where brought joy and warmth to my heart.

That means it's Christmas! “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” A group of kids—the ones who helped Jaxon wrap the gifts now placed under the tree—run forward to hug Jaxon's legs. I smile at them as Jaxon carefully puts me down, his arm wrapped tight around my waist to keep me close to him. “You're back!” One exclaims excitedly. “It's Christmas! It's Christmas!” Another pulls at his shredded trousers. “We have to open the gifts!” A little girl pouts.

Midnight sharp. December 24th. Christmas Eve.

Holding her tight, Kaleb looked into bright eyes and then spun her in circles until she squealed in delight. “You’re back, sweet girl. Merry Christmas, Haze.” She hugged his neck tightly and kissed his cheek with all the ferocity of a five-year-old’s love. “Merry Christmas!” “Come on, you two. Let’s get inside the house. It’s cold out here.”

“Yeah. Come celebrate with me and Scars and Keira. Wolf will be there too and a few other guys, I’m sure. Kansas said something about coming over, and maybe Jinx.” “But – you don’t even know me,” Jo said. “Isn’t Christmas for family?” “Jesus Christ, woman,” Zoe said in mock exasperation. “Haven’t you been listening to a damn word that I’ve been saying?” “Ummm… I think I have.”

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

"Um... the neighbors... let's invite them over. And I have some friends from high school. I can call them up." "I don't know," I said. "I mean... it's really late and most people just want to be with family." "It's a holiday!" she bounced to her feet, boiling over with dancing energy. "It's the perfect day to have a party. Come on! Come on, let's call people!" Then she broke into song, dancing around the room. "You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid, Dasher and... Vixen. But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?"

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.