Ho Ho Ho Christmas Novels & Stories

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

"Shhh. They're going to hear you." "We should get out of here," I say. "You have to admit, though. That's a pretty good line. I may have to use it on you sometime." Kate looks like she sucked a lemon. She shakes her head back and forth over and over. "No," she says. "We will never speak of this day again. And you will never dress up as Santa. Or use the words chimney or ho ho ho in my presence." "But you are my little ho ho ho," I say, cupping her ass with my hand and pulling

I only realized my body was pressed to his chest to thighs a second later and I leaped away, blushing, "Anyone could have heard you, you need to be careful." "I agree," he nodded, "I'm not willing to ruin my reputation because of you and your love for a cliche holiday." If someone asked me to describe my husband in three words, I already knew what words I'd use; grouchy, asshole, and Grinch. I had never met anyone with as much animosity for Christmas as him. He turned and began to head for the plane. After a few steps he looked over his shoulder and frowned, "Is that the fastest setting on your leg?"

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

"Girl, you have got to learn to stop and smell the candy canes." Noel Holiday stood next to the bar where his brother Sam was pouring drinks. He smiled at his mother and sisters and shared a grimace with his brother Val, who was dodging secretaries and the mistletoe. Noel hated the office Christmas party, probably all the more so since he was the one saddled with the name of Noel Holiday and he'd been born on Christmas day. The old man had a sick fucking sense of humor. "Noel, can you run over and check the village display?" Nicholas Holiday called to his eldest son. "Something about the arrangement doesn't look quite right."

THE LAST CHRISTMAS “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Ho Ho Ho, and all that kind of bizzo!” Mama Metcalf said, opening the door. She wore a knit red sweater with a green Christmas tree stenciled across the front, actual silver bells dangling from it, and a Santa hat was perched on her head. Seeing this, Emily bleated, glad that she hadn’t cancelled as she’d been tempted to. “Good, lord! The same to you. You look quite festive.”

Candles adorned with pinecones and holly leaves created a luminous scene, and the aroma of delicious food filled the air. On the walls, wreaths made of holly, Christmas baubles, and red ribbons were artistically arranged. Christmas music played softly in the background, adding an additional touch of charm. The emotion in the house was palpable. Family and friends gathered, embracing and exchanging gifts with radiant smiles. Children ran around, their eyes sparkling with excitement at the promise of presents under the tree. Rylee and I embraced, gratitude in our eyes for another Christmas together. The Christmas House was a haven of love, warmth, and joy, where everyone felt welcome and surro

Days passed, Christmas passed in a bomb as we celebrate it in our own way. Foods, as in Lots of Foods! Haha Loud music, dancing, drinking and Fireworks! Wiiieeeee!! And now it's new year's countdown. We are here in my old pack. Midnight Howler pack if you don't remember grin emoticon Waiting the time beat 12, everyone are excited and so was I. Our pack is wide enough to accommodate three packs! Yeah! The Red Moon Struck (Crescent moon pack before)

She cast a broad smile Whitney’s way, whose head shot up to glare into her twinkling grey eyes self righteously. “...And you’re any better Miss sweet potato bake at Christmas?” The reminder made Hollis giggle in defeat. She definitely went overboard on the airy carb that festive snowy night, and spent the rest of her evening being poked and jabbed at good naturedly like the Pillsbury Dough Boy by just about everyone.

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.