Holidays Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

Videos flood the screen—kids scribbling wishes onto scraps of paper, crumpling them into socks, draping them over mantles. Couples in matching sweaters twirl under strings of lights. Friends dance in the snow, mugs of hot chocolate in hand, laughing at each other’s clumsy steps. Shopkeepers show off rows of wrapped gifts, their smiles bright and perfect. Even strangers on the street wave at each other, the glow of holiday lights reflecting off their scarves and mittens. I swipe, swipe, swipe. Every clip is the same—cheerful, glittering, happy. I toss the phone aside and stare at the ceiling.

But in the end, she made it safely after gathering all her courage. “I felt really bad while I was in the taxi,” Hazel answered honestly. “You should have called me.” “You must have been having fun. I didn't want to disturb you.” Suddenly, the sound of many people laughing echoed from behind Alexander's house. Their laughter drowned out the music playing around them, causing everyone to rush over to see what was happening. “It's your fault for having your birthday on New Year's Eve.” Some of the people Hazel recognized were James's employees. “I'll get sick if you throw me in the pool!” protested the man whose friends were teasing him because it was his birthday.

Kyle, with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, said, "Mom, do you have any funny stories from your school days?" Valerie, reminiscing, chuckled, "Oh, plenty! One time, my friends and I tried to organize a surprise birthday party for our teacher, but she accidentally found out and pretended to be surprised. We were so caught off guard!" The kids, captivated by the story, burst into laughter. Kelly teased, "Mom, you were a mischievous one too!" Valerie, joining in the laughter, added, "Well, life is full of little adventures and surprises. Those moments make the best stories, don't they?"

A childhood visual of the old witch from the library Hansel and Gretel book pops into my head and only increases the giggles I exude. “I hope not, I’m barely grown, and she might add me to tonight’s menu. I’m too big for an oven!” I point out between snorts of stupid laughter and Meadow caves and starts giggling too, lightening our whole mood. I guess the tension and the heavy weight of this journey has us strung out enough, that even a lame joke like this has enough power to break the strings and have us erupt. It’s needed, between us, this bonding over awful jokes.

He looked at her, smiled, and said loudly, "Happy New Year." A firework burst outside, and the loud explosion drowned out his voice. A hint of puzzlement flashed in Candice's eyes. She turned back and asked Hanley, "What did you just say?" Besides "Happy New Year," she had clearly seen Hanley say something else, but she hadn’t caught it. Hanley was also taken aback. He looked up at the sky, opened his mouth slightly, and then chuckled. When he looked back, his eyes were filled with laughter. "It's nothing. I just wished you a happy new year, peace and safety, as well as for things to go your way in the upcoming year."

My case was just another sorry case of bad Luck. I chuckled out loud at the thought. I didn’t need to catch myself on this one. I wouldn’t even know what to say if he asked me what was funny. “I know right…” he deeply sighed, “It is stupidly intense, I wish we would finally just dump some silly traditions because they do nothing for us, I can’t lie.” “That I agree—” I caught myself on the tongue. I must still be tripping or something because I could swear I saw an image of Cynthia glaring at me right in my face.

Seeing him like this on Christmas Day felt like a cloud hanging over the festivities. Soon, the so-called game experts took their turns, and Grandpa George and Mr. Baker stole the show with their inventive and hilarious performances. Their creativity had us all laughing and cheering, adding a delightful energy to the room. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, feeling a profound sense of belonging as I reveled in the warmth of family traditions. Even Reese's face was lit up with sheer joy, her excitement matching the festive spirit all around us.

"Hey I want gift too... This year I am going to have fun..." "Yes, this is our first Christmas and I'll make it special... Better than you have had with your family..." Those words slipped from my mouth and i instantly regretted. Fuck!

I’m not sure how anything is supposed to feel better than this, how I could ever be expected to settle for less. "Merry Christmas, baby," "Merry Christmas," we utter at the same time and laugh.

I always advice her to put on a waterproof lipstick, or anti-smudge, or whatever they call it. “It is superb! This is, like, the best birthday of my life. Ever!” Her friends are laughing beside her, screaming with her. But I can’t understand what they are saying anymore. They are just too drunk. Laughing, I said, “You always say that every year on our birthdays. Don’t you have anything more to say? Something more fun?”