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she asked Alec who, like the little traitor that he was, she wasted no time in nodding several times. “It's true, Aaron. You are always like this.” Alec tried to do an imitation of his brother's angry face which, while certainly not looking very similar, clearly demonstrated that he had great potential for the future “The Grinch, in the Christmas book the teacher read to my class last week .”

"I forgot that Aunt Hestia's flight is tomorrow! I haven't packed anything yet." Xander grabbed her hand. "What do you need to pack?" "Christmas is tomorrow, and I haven't bought anything." "The housekeeper will do it." "It's not the same. It's always different when you put in effort." Grace rushed, pulling him up, insisting on buying gifts at the supermarket. They arrived at a luxurious mall. Although there weren't many people, quite a few like them came to do some last-minute shopping as Christmas approached. Grace suddenly felt cheeky and insisted on sitting in the shopping cart while Xander pushed, her legs swinging.

Maggie wondered; how much she might have in common with her niece. Kathy left the girls to pick a movie while she got the treats she promised ready. “Would you like to pick the movie?” Maggie asked Eve. “Mommy always watches The Grinch with me at Christmas time. Do you like The Grinch?” Eve asked Maggie sweetly. Holly and Maggie watched The Grinch every year during the holidays when they were children. Maggie still did even now that Holly wasn’t there to watch the film with her.

“Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.” “Why do you think they chose not to have anything religious?” she asks. “Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been

And now I’m ecstatic that I get to do it again. The very first thing we do is help straighten up. Vincent sent all the help home so they could enjoy their own Christmases … but between all of us it didn’t take too long to get Vincent’s house decent looking. Then.. we ran upstairs and got on our matching pjs. Because you can’t do Christmas without them.. obviously. All of our presents were hidden in various bedrooms. We’d sneak out at some point in the night and put them under the tree for each other.

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

“Because it’s Christmas. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I always have a tree up at my place even though there are very few presents under it. It’s the spirit of the season.” “Well, you know I don’t have much spirit.” “What about Giovanni and the rest of the staff? They’d probably like a tree.” “I don’t care what Giovanni and the rest of the staff want. This is my house.” She rolled her eyes. “Grinch.” “What did you just call me?” “Grinch,” she said louder. “You know, that big green thing that lives in a cave alone and hates Christmas.” “Just because I don’t put up a tree doesn’t make me a big green hamster.”

I don’t have many things, so a short while later, my rental car is waiting for me downstairs. The drive takes close to an hour with how slippery the roads are, plus traffic, but when I get to the quieter part, where there are barely any houses in sight, and considerably way less noise and chatter, the road is easier to navigate. I finally reach my destination, but I’m freezing, so I rush to the described chalet with a mistletoe hung around the door knocker. I roll my eyes before I knock. I can’t believe I’m spending the evening with another family that falls for the Christmas shenanigans.

He slipped the phone into his pocket, forcing his face into calm, into normal. Because whatever happened next, he refused to let this ruin their Christmas. Not tonight.

She even made me wear long heels. It was dark inside. The flickering Christmas lights only did little to illuminate the space. It was cold too. Too cold, but nobody seemed to care. My eyes fell on the giant Christmas tree by the door. For the first time in my life, the sight of a Christmas tree tugged at my guilt. I was still staring at its bright colored red and green ribbons when someone suddenly grabbed it, yanking it off its stand. Then two n***d sweaty bodies came crashing against the glass door.