Holidays Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

I laughed I was away during the holidays instead of having a fun one with my friends, drinking, and partying. I spent the holiday trapped. My father enrolled me in a fuck ass business school to spend the holiday. It was always like that during any holiday he was home, the last one he made me intern in his company and I have never hated my life more. “Look it is your girlfriend,” Eliott said “Call her my girlfriend one more time and I will rip your tongue out” I joked

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 would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

The tree she'd half-decorated twinkled in the corner, ornaments from childhood dangling like memories. “To absent friends," Max toasted, clinking his mug against hers. His knee brushed hers on the rug, and neither moved away. "To not being alone," she replied softly, sipping the burn. The alcohol warmed her from the inside, loosening the knot in her chest. "It's weird, you know? Holidays without everyone. Feels like I'm missing the point."

I scoff, “both! I was in the Navy, after all, they both mean something to me” “I prefer sunset! But honestly, I come alive at twilight”, she says. “Favorite holiday?” I asked her. She bursts out laughing, “considering I prefer the bewitching hour, I obviously prefer Halloween! You”? “Thanksgiving”, I tell her. “Food?”, she asks. “No! It’s nice to have one day where you can just appreciate the people in your life around you”, I tell her. “That’s so nice, Jonny”, she says as she sniffles.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SWEET BOSS HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU My workers were all beaming with smiles as they sprayed some designs into the air . " I can't believe I forgot today is my birthday ,thank you everyone " I said in happiness . Cara my secretary picked up a wine and popped it . "Hip hip hurray " she shouted and started turning the wine into everyone's cup . I got my own disposal cup and Cara poured in some wine for me .

"Hey, everyone, I just want to express my gratitude to each and every one of you for joining me in celebrating my birthday." "Tonight isn't just about my birthday; it's also a celebration of a new chapter in my life. Honestly, the past few months have been the toughest I've ever faced. There were moments when I felt like giving up, but thankfully, I found the strength to keep going. Here's to new beginnings!" Harold declared, raising a glass of wine. "Cheers!" "Cheers!"

(blushing emoji) Brandon: Merry Christmas beautiful! Can't wait to see you again! Me: Merry Christmas! I can't wait to see you again! We need hang out sometime soon! Brandon: SOON! PLEASE! (heart emoji) Harrison: Where have you been baby? I miss you so damn much! Merry Christmas! I hope you got everything you wanted this year! I definitely got everything I wanted and more. Me: Sorry, I've been busy, I miss you too! Merry Christmas! I got more than I ever thought I wanted! I hope you are having a good day.

SLOANE I woke up on December 28th with a kids’ menu pinned to my fridge and the distinct feeling I had lost my mind. The crayon looked even more ridiculous in daylight. THE HOLIDATE PACT in Jackson’s careful block letters. Twelve holidays. Three-second kiss maximum. No feelings. No exceptions. Our signatures at the bottom, like we’d just bought a house, instead of agreeing to a year-long performance. I stared at it while the coffee brewed, waiting for the panic to hit.

Hazel told me. "Thank you. Thank you, Hazel," I gushed. "Thank you, mom. Thank you everyone for everything. I've had so much fun this holiday and it's all thanks to all of you. Thank you, Florence. Thank you, Shayla. I don't know why, I'm moved to tears, I'm so happy. I've never been this happy my entire life." "Relax, don't get all worked up," Hazel told me. "Okay. I was thinking, why don't we hold a pool party to celebrate this beautiful occasion?"