Holidays Funny Novels & Stories

Together, they formed a dynamic duo, effortlessly bringing smiles to our faces. Elliot, with his quick wit and mischievous grin, joined in the merriment, contributing his fair share of jokes and hilarious anecdotes. His infectious laughter was contagious, spreading joy throughout our gathering. We exchanged quips and jests, the playful banter building a sense of camaraderie that transcended mere acquaintanceship. As we shared our stories and laughed until our sides ached, time seemed to lose its grip on us. The world around us faded into the background, and the park became a stage for our collective happiness. Each moment was etched in my memory, like a mosaic of laughter and shared experien

They proceeded to stay there for most of the day. By the time they exited the venue, it was already dark outside. Upon noticing the fireworks blooming in the sky, Alanna finally remembered that it was Mardi Gras. "Don't you feel frustrated at the thought of spending your holiday working with an old geezer like me?" Winston joked. Alanna couldn't help but giggle. "I never celebrate the holidays, Mr. Jyles." Stunned, Winston asked, "Why on earth would you say such things?" Alanna just smiled without saying anything. However, an inexplicable sense of sorrow could be seen in her eyes.

December 9th If there’s one thing certain about my family, it’s that normality is definitely not for us. Especially when it comes to exchanging Christmas gifts. Why give serious things like underwear or socks when you can give quirky, out-of-the-ordinary, and morally questionable gifts? The beauty of having a family that is anything but uptight or close-minded is the ability to have fun without worrying about shocking or offending anyone. In fact, I used to be the one who was scandalized. Then I outgrew that phase.

Beautiful things don’t just level up. They come home for the holidays.

And worse than my brother Alexander is bent over holding his stomach laughing. “Are you about done?” I narrowed my eyes at him. I do not appreciate people laughing at me. He’s the third one today. And I can’t get mad or do anything about Colby and Alison laughing. They are half a world away. Alexander, however, I can knock the fuck out. “Sorry. But I take that to mean you forgot tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. And my cousin doesn’t need a holiday to celebrate. That man will declare a random Tuesday to be a holiday and throw a dance party.” Alexander scoffed.

“Is it sad to work on holidays?” “Not really,” I say honestly. “Holidays don’t feel much different than any other day.” “Now that is sad,” she quips. “I love holidays. My mom always did too. She’d say she’d take any excuse to get family together and celebrate anything, no matter how small. Halloween and Christmas are my favorite.” “Rory showed me a photo of your house at Halloween,” I tell her. “It was a few years ago, and I felt like punching myself in the face when I saw it, because you looked so happy without me.”

Would it be wrong for me to mention to Travis that his birthday used to be the same day that Japan and elite countries used to celebrate Respect for Aging Day? I think so. Also, he is angry at all the jokes that he has received and continues to receive for being with someone much younger than him.

I’m just as busy as ever, but being lost in a happy haze of sex and orgasms really does take the edge off long days and early mornings. It helps that the guys often stop by the bakery, either to help or just to hang out. All the usual holiday stress is so far in the background that I can’t even see it most of the time. It’s the most fun I’ve had this time of year in longer than I can remember. Luke has a dry sense of humor and a knack for comedic timing that never fails to have me laughing. Two days ago when an angry woman nearly cursed me out at the bakery, he diffused the tension by cracking a joke about her coat that had me in tears of laughter instead of frustration.

"Why were you crying at the park bench that night?" "Austin got his second Jordan while my gift under the christmas tree was invisable. They didn't get me anything just like the year before and i got upset." He looked at her after snorting laughter. "What is so funny?" She asked "Not getting a gift on christmas is a slap yo the face when you're a kid and you know it." He nodded his head in agreement then shoot another question. "So if you go to the new owners, wouldn't they give you an address or a phone number?"

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!