Humorous Holiday Quotes Novels & Stories

Tiny white pieces of plastic simulated falling snow and encircled the jolly soul as he wiggled in a swirling winter wonderland. “That’s pretty cool!” Reid replied, forcing as much fake enthusiasm into his voice as possible. While he attempted to enjoy the holidays for Michael’s sake and though he usually did a pretty good job of pretending, Christmas just wasn’t the same as it used to be. He would manage to get through the holidays, like he always did, but he was certainly one of those people who couldn’t wait to flip the calendar to January.

This upcoming event fills me with anticipation, excitement, and a overwhelming sense of happiness that I can hardly contain. I woke up bright and early on Christmas Eve morning, feeling refreshed and eager to start the day. I began with some light yoga to stretch and center myself, followed by a hearty breakfast to energize for the day ahead. I greeted John with a cheerful 'Good morning,' and he responded warmly, wishing me the same. He also confirmed that he would pick me up around five o'clock in the evening. Although it was still quite early, I knew I had to start preparing myself for the festivities and get everything ready for the celebration. I couldn't help but feel an increasing sens

I thought that was Christmas," and I respond. It's impossible to have a favorite holiday. That is dishonest. Mom looks at him. "I don't cheat, Anthony, so please stop accusing me of doing so. All other holidays are in second place, with Halloween and Christmas tied for first. My dad and I both make fun of her. She consistently cracks us up. I tell her, "I'm too old to dress up. "There is nothing like that. I believe your father and I are older than you because we are both dressed up. I jest, "You don't behave like it.

River was a little whipped. “That’s a hundred and ten percent true and you know it, but I won’t push it any more. I just know this holiday is going to be all sorts of entertaining.” Zane snickered. “Ho, ho, ho.” Skye joked, copying Santa Claus’ voice. I merely rolled my eyes at them, but that was just my attempt to mask the nervousness that was brewing inside of me since that night and I knew sooner or later, I was going to have to face it.

“Haha. She was a very sweet girl. But it’s Valentine’s Day. Why would I want to spend that with anyone else but you?” I give him a wry smile. “Technically, it’s the fifteenth now.” “Even so.” He grins at Ian as he brings two whiskies over. “Cheers.” I sigh and take one of the glasses. “You’re trying to destroy my liver,” I grumble. “I like you drunk,” Huxley says. “It files off your sharp edges.” “What sharp edges? I don’t have any.” He laughs. “Yeah, of course you don’t.” He holds up his glass, and I tap mine to it. “I always drink to world peace,” he says. It’s a quote From Groundhog Day.

I spoke the last four words of my sentence as though in a declaration with joy going boundless. "Is it?" He tips his head down a little to look down at me in delight and I nod to him with my eyes wide in huge twinkles. "I am so happy to hear that. Congratulations!" He pulls my cheek. And I continue to talk animated. "You know what, as an icing on the cake I'm given a holiday too to celebrate the occasion." He raises his eyebrow going incongruous and I giggle. "We are given a holiday to mourn the loss of the fucker."

So, I do the next best thing to be in the Christmas mood. I go to the bar and I pull out a bottle, dust clinging to the glass. I make popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. And when I curl back on the couch with both, I flick through the channels until I land on Home Alone. The one movie guaranteed to make me laugh when nothing else will. I pour myself a glass, clink it against the air, and whisper, “Merry Christmas to me.” The words barely leave my lips before a sound cuts through the room.

I shake a fist in the air, but he doesn’t even crack a smile. “I smelled your perfume when you hit the liquor aisle. Figured you were back there somewhere.” “Dude, that is not perfume. I need to tone down the peppermint body wash and the essential oils I diffuse.” He looks down at his hands. “Don’t. I like it. Reminds me of Christmas.” I huff out a laugh. “Just call me jolly old Mrs. Claus. All I need is a big red velvet dress with white fur. Maybe I can get a side gig at Macy’s during the holidays.”

Humming her response and nodding up and down, she responds, “How old are you?” “I turned twenty-one just before last Christmas.” I smile, but she just tilts her head. “Oh, no Christmas here?” “Sorry love, what’s Christmas?” “It’s a holiday celebrated a little differently around the world, people give out presents and families gather to spend time together, people decorate their houses with lights and have a big dinner, it’s very nice.”

Just because for a few days it was easier to read than to even must the brain power to dig in deep and to write stories. I hope everyone will have a good holiday month, no matter where you are or what you're celebrating. Enjoy time with your family and please be safe out there. <3 MishanAngel