Holidays Funny Novels & Stories

" You know.. Thanksgiving is in a few days. When are we going back to New York? " " Still on this god damn holiday I see. " She scoffed. " Yes I am. Why don't you want to celebrate? I thought you were fine with it " She spoke and I darted my eyes over to my phone as I received a text message from Blaine. I picked my phone up and looked back to Brielle as she continued to glare at me. " Don't you think it's pretty meaningless? Holidays in general? Sit around with people you see all the time to celebrate something that could be celebrated any day? " I asked.

After a few calming breaths, I stood up and faced my friends with a small smile. "You guys are the best," I said, opening my arms wide. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life." Sarah and Katie laughed and pulled me into a tight group hug. After that, we helped Sarah pack the rest of the belongings she was taking home. The thought of spending the holiday together brought some relief to me. Driving back home, the streets were decorated with twinkling lights, casting a festive glow in the city. Hawkins was very big on Christmas celebrations. That was one of the main reasons I loved the season.

Roth has heard a lot of jokes like this from him over the years, enough to be entertained instead of being insulted. Do you want me to remind you of how finding a mate works, V? Or should I just give you a mental recording with the right amount of sarcasm? "Well, bah humbug to you too, Roth. I just can't believe this is the 32nd Christmas that we won't be having anyone celebrating the holidays. I was hoping you've already made up your mind by now." When I find her scent, you will be the first to know. Meanwhile, it's bah humbug to you too, Vince. So, are you going to continue working as you usually do, or go home and rest, which I know you dislike at this time of year?

I could see the excitement and nervousness all over her face. The pack was around us. They sang "Joyeux anniversaire (Happy birthday)" in broken French, their laughter blending with the song. It was a mess, but it was heartfelt, and I loved every second of it. They had even decorated the pack house with balloons and streamers, making it feel like a true celebration.

She had just walked past a few shops, and they were giving out free candy or little gifts. Hugh could not help shaking his head when she asked the question. He had no idea either what celebration was being held in Charleston. “I have no idea either. Let’s try asking someone.” Hugh noticed someone in front of them and pulled Chelsea over as he called out to him. “Sir, everyone looks really cheerful. Is there some sort of important celebration today?” The man turned around to look at them. When he heard the question, he smiled and said, “You must not be from here. Are you here on a holiday? You came at the right time.”

“Holiday of the year? What is that?” Right. Damien wasn’t exactly well-versed in human traditions. For someone who has a faction in this realm, holidays were probably an alien concept. I offered him a small, wry smile. “It’s Christmas. Families gather, exchange gifts, and enjoy a big, fancy dinner together. It’s supposed to be magical.” He nodded slowly, his expression shifting to something softer. “That sounds… pleasant. But why do you seem unhappy about it? Oh—” His stormy blue eyes darkened with realization. “That was insensitive of me.”

I smile. "Obviously." "What about Die Hard?" Nat asks. "Let's just watch them all." Liam laughs. "I've never seen die hard..." "You're gonna love it." Nat tells me. I smile and lay my head against the window, looking at the snow covered grass. Liam turns the radio to Christmas music. We sing a couple of the songs as they come on. This is the first time it's truly felt like Christmas since I lost my parents. When we got home, We found out Valen had put in a huge Doordash order for Popeyes. That confused me a little, but I remember that it's common in Japan to have KFC for Christmas.

At least, I know by the end of the holiday, I will be a 100k$ richer that I didn't work for. “Deal, this is going to be so much fun,” Clover squeaked.

"No, I mean, after we finish our business with him. You, Max, Hayden, and Owen will be helping me to talk to Homer about the vacation. How about that?" And for the first time, Jefferson and Hugo sat together in front of the fountain. Jefferson with his fruit while Hugo talked about the holiday. He seemed to yearn for that holiday. After all, he had a point. After yesterday's incident, many bodyguards were injured, and some were unconscious. So they deserve a good holiday. "I've checked. There's been a lot of holiday promos lately. You know, it's as if the world is telling us to take a vacation," he said with a loud laugh while Jefferson shook his head, rude as he always be.

I asked, already anticipating the infectious laughter that was sure to follow. She took a deep breath, mustering all the confidence a five-year-old could have. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?" We all leaned in, intrigued by Heaven's humor. "I don't know, Heaven. Why did the scarecrow win an award?" I replied, playing along. "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Heaven burst into giggles, her laughter echoing through the room. The table erupted with laughter, including my father, Angel, Misha, and myself. It was a moment of pure joy and release of tension, a reminder that even in challenging times, laughter can bring people closer together.