Humorous Holiday Quotes Novels & Stories

‎We collapse, tangled, breathless. ‎“Best gift ever,” he whispers. ‎I laugh, kiss him. ‎“Merry Christmas, Misha.” ‎

replied Grandpa, "Grandpa Zoku rubbed Sarra's shoulder gently. The ice slowly melted, they started talking again, talking about anything interesting to discuss. "Grandpa wants to tell you something," Grandpa said later. "What is it, Grandpa?" Sarra was very excited to hear it. "Grandpa wants us all to have a holiday." "Holiday?" she repeated. "Yes, all." Grandfather confirmed again. "You mean grandpa?" "Gosh! Just don't get it. Grandpa thinks you're half as smart as a result of that accident."

"Wait guys, one more thing. How the hell are we celebrating the holiday because I'm kicking against cooping up?” "Me too."

“I’ll find something, okay? Let’s just chill outta here!” “We all are chill. It’s winter, remember?” Unfortunately, I was the only one who found my joke funny.

Edison A quote for a day Have a nice day all of you Stay safe stay happy Keep smiling Bye till next time

“Oh. Yeah, the usual. Chase down witches and tie her to the Christmas tree, then burn it all on the fire and eat marshmallows shaped like tiny snowmen. Nothing much. Oh, and yes, I’m talking about Bree.” Gray chuckled and Q blew air so hard through his pursed lips that he almost whistled. They knew me. They knew I didn’t celebrate Christmas. It was a crap time of year anyway. “You don’t always have to make fun out of it, you know. Christmas is family time, and...” “I know that shit,” I interrupted. I knew Quentin’s usual lecture about how wonderful Christmas could be if only I had someone to celebrate with. And I also knew Gray’s upcoming question:

“That is so not how I want to think about Mariah.” I barked out a laugh before I could stop it. “Yeah, don’t ruin that for yourself, man.” Jackson shot me a look. “Also isn’t John Travolta like… an old man now?” Chris frowned. “Okay first of all, don’t disrespect a legend.” I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the table. “I like him in those Christmas credit card commercials.” Shane blinked. “Bro. What?” “Don’t act like you don’t know,” I said. “Every holiday season it’s like—boom—John Travolta and some ‘ho ho ho what’s in your wallet? ’ commercial.”

Cody commented sarcastically, I threw him a murderous glare. Emma frowned, watching us in turn. "What does that mean?" "It's nothing! Cody's just talking out of his ass!" I then shouldered my bag, ready to leave. “Well, Merry Christmas everybody!” “Merry Christmas!” Everyone answered filling the room as we made our way down the hallway. As we made our way towards the exit, I shivered. "It's like being frozen in time in here," I grumbled. "Let's go get a drink to warm up."

Or just an idiot, like Ryan. ‘Thank God,’ he muttered as an orange ‘For Hire’ sign hove into view. ‘Hop in.’ He said little as the taxi stopped and started through the pre-Christmas traffic, past the shops with their Christmas lights winking merrily. ‘Thank heaven for Christmas,’ she remarked, for something to say. ‘Imagine how depressing November and December would be without Christmas!’ ‘I’m afraid it leaves me cold,’ he said. ‘Grossly over- commercialized.’ Well, that puts me in my place. Why did everybody say they hated Christmas? Did they really, or was it just the fashion to be cynically bored with it all?

Hardin winks at me. I suppose it's so make a joke of some sort, but I didn't get it. "What's Christmas?" I quiz, tilting my head in utter confusion.