Ho Ho Ho Christmas Novels & Stories

25th December, 1998 Day of Disaster The White House Lana I woke up at exactly 7:30a.m, I was so excited about the party today. After brushing my teeth, I skipped downstairs happily to have breakfast. Mum and dad were already at the table drinking coffee as usual. Most people think I'm weird when I tell them I hate coffee, I just can't bring myself to like the taste talk more of being addicted to it. "Merry Christmas mum, dad" I said.

“Hey, I heard the news that you’ve made me an uncle, and I couldn’t be more thrilled! But guess what? I’ve got something even more exciting planned!” “I already said no Christmas gifts this year,” I replied, feeling completely exhausted. My spirit was drained, lacking any kind of festive joy. “Oh, it’s Christmas Eve,” Hugo said with a grin. “Feel free to open one gift.” He stood up from the couch, gently placing Estelle back into her little white lace bassinet. He then crouched under the Christmas tree and retrieved the tiniest box, wrapped in plaid paper with a bow that seemed oversized for its size.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” I sigh, mumbling sleepy nonsense and refusing to open my eyes. I roll over, slinging my arm out over the pups and trapping at least one wriggling little body beneath me. “Mommy, wake up!” They exclaim, giggling delightedly. “It’s Christmas!” I mutter a bit more, groggily cracking one eyelid. “Wha’s happening?” “Mommy, it’s Christmas!” They cry again. “Christmas?” I repeat, sitting up now and stretching. “Are you sure, wasn’t that yesterday?”

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

Something fun and distracting and completely ridiculous. “I have an idea,” I announced. Christian's fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Your ideas scare me.” “Rude but fair. Hear me out—what if we celebrated Christmas?” “We're werewolves.” “Werewolves can't have holidays?” “We have the Winter Solstice ceremony.” “Which is beautiful and traditional and involves a lot of standing still in the cold. I'm talking about Christmas. Trees, lights, presents, cookies—” “Why would we bring a tree inside?” Christian looked genuinely confused.

She slapped his hand away. "Yeah, the lady version of yours." Nova said for the first time. I think she is not the person to talk randomly. Tristan winked at her. "Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh, hey Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh....." We heard the chores of Christmas song. A big Santa was holding his Santa stick with Santa costume. He walked towards us. Anna flung at him and he laughed.

He then stated holding his hands up in surrender. I turned my attention back to the rest of the group and began explaining how to play. The game was relatively simple. You chose a person to be Rudolph and sent them out of the room. Then, the remaining people in the group would choose a Santa Claus. Once that person was chosen, Rudolph would come back in and try to find Santa. While they searched, Santa would wink at the others. If you were winked at, you said, “Ho, ho, ho.” This continued until Santa was found.

I looked once more at my princess lying on the cold bed, I felt every inch of my body shudder with rage and fury. Exit the hospital towards the parking lot. I got into my car and left on a painful and sad path of homesickness. As I drove, I felt my muscles rotting as if a virus had taken over everything. I parked near the shore and started walking. It was already dark and the lights from the buildings adorned the city, like decorations on a Christmas tree. My Christmas miracle. What did my father mean by that?

I'm sorry. The moment I heard that, my knees went weak, and I sat heavily on the floor. I clenched my phone tightly. My heart hurt so badly that I could barely breathe. "Ivana!" I didn't know how long I waited before the emergency room lights finally went out. The surgeon walked out and asked, "Is Noelle's family here? Do spend Christmas Eve with her." Today was Christmas Eve, a festive occasion. How did this happen? Back in the hospice ward, Noelle opened her eyes weakly.