Humorous Holiday Quotes Novels & Stories

He attempted to make conversation. “Hey, buddy. I got the spiked egg nog. I'm sure it will cheer you up-” “Women are vile creatures of unreason.” Sam grated. His voice was rough and weary. There were dark circles under his eyes. “The holidays are upon us, and I'm going to spend them alone.” Gabe munched his chicken and attempted blitheness: “You're always alone on Christmas, Sam.”

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

It's just his champion trophy standing high enough to blind them all, and he's about to make it shinier. "Hey K! My favorite out of all my favorites! How long has it been? I see you left the authorities some shock when they found out that you're alive, how's avoiding the polices? Any tripping or almost getting caught?" Mr. Christmas let out his usual annoying Santa Claus laugh while rubbing the bottom of his paunch. "Highly enjoyable, Christmas, you should try doing it sometimes." He sarcastically replied to the bald man that even made him laugh more. "You are so funny, K! You know how Invisible I am! No one could ever drag me down unless they hide all the twinkies and breads in the world in

Christmas felt more like a season for memories I’d rather forget. As I locked my car and walked past him, Mr. Jones cocked his head. "Not taking any time off for the holiday this year again, Miss Samantha? Always working, you are." I shook my head, pulling my scarf tighter. "Not my thing, Mr. Jones. Just another day as far as I’m concerned." “Well…” He looked at me with a sympathetic smile. “I always tell my kids, Christmas comes with its own miracles. Who knows? Maybe this year’s your lucky one.”

She cast a broad smile Whitney’s way, whose head shot up to glare into her twinkling grey eyes self righteously. “...And you’re any better Miss sweet potato bake at Christmas?” The reminder made Hollis giggle in defeat. She definitely went overboard on the airy carb that festive snowy night, and spent the rest of her evening being poked and jabbed at good naturedly like the Pillsbury Dough Boy by just about everyone.

The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us. As our lips drew near for a tender kiss, our children, Heitor and Maria Flor, couldn't resist voicing their mock protest. "Ew, stop it!" they exclaimed in unison, wrinkling their little noses in playful disgust. We couldn't help but chuckle at their adorable reaction, our hearts filled with the warmth of the moment. Our laughter echoed through the room, blending with the joy and love that permeated the air. It was a perfect Christmas, a celebration not only of the holiday itself but of the deep and unbreakable bond that held

he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’re getting a lump of coal,” I shot back, sticking my tongue out at him in a playful gesture. He laughed, the sound rich and warm, as he pulled me into a cozy, warm hug. “Aren’t you a tease?” he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. We continued wandering through the holiday shop, while I clicked a few pictures of the lights and Christmas-themed items.

Eliza stands, and holds up her glass of apple juice, “We need to say a big ‘Thank You’ to Merlin, for hosting us, and for decorating everything, it looks amazing. And another ‘thank you’ to ‘Father Christmas’ for all our stockings, I loved my presents, and I think everyone else did too.” Merlin grins and bows his head politely, and everyone else holds up a glass too, “Here’s to Merlin, Father Christmas, and Carlos for feeding us. Can’t forget that.” Carlos chuckles and inclines his three heads too. “Merry Christmas.”

he remarked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. I couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling forth effortlessly. "I don't know why, Mr. Anderson, but I feel incredibly happy today. It's as if the universe has bestowed a gift upon me, and I'm just reveling in its presence." He chuckled, a warm and knowing expression on his face. "Sometimes, my dear, happiness finds us when we least expect it. Embrace it, cherish it, and let it fuel your spirit. It's a beautiful thing."