Humorous Xmas Poems Novels & Stories

“If it isn’t too much trouble, St. Nicholas, sir, I think I should like to stay.” A broad smile spread across his face then, and he began to chuckle, with a deep reverberating, “Ho, ho, ho!” Patting his belly, he said, “Serendipity, my dear, we would love to have you stay. Merry Christmas!” “Merry Christmas!” Serendipity echoed, sure that she would get used to saying the familiar greeting all year round.

"What? A little bit? What does it supposedly mean?" "Why are you overacting there? You asked me and I answered." She laughed like I was a big joke. "Yea, but it doesn't fair." I glared at her but my eyes suddenly darted at her belly goes through her white legs. I cleared my throat and stood up. "What's wrong?" She stood up. "Ahm, nothing," I replied, "Look, it is sunset time." I pointed what is in front us now. "Woah, it's beautiful," Christmas praised.

Jack and Jason glared at Jimmy and Timmy and they shrugged. They all settled for dinner later and Anna refused to talk to Jason, she is still angry at him and he knows. The men came home from wherever they went to and the family Christmas carol started. They sang and danced and it was a merry day. Whenever the whole family gathered around like this during Christmas, it was always so much fun and they all enjoyed it. "Merry Christmas!" Someone shouted outside and they all rushed out to see who, a beautiful lady was dressed as Santa Claus and a boy of nineteen was dressed as an elf.

She smiled with satisfaction, appreciating the beauty of the decoration she had so lovingly put together. The guests began to arrive, bringing with them gifts wrapped with colorful bows and warm hugs. Laughter and lively conversation filled the room, creating an atmosphere of happiness and harmony. As the evening progressed, delicious dishes were served, bringing irresistible aromas to the table. Stories and laughter filled the room as everyone shared special moments and savored the flavors of Christmas. In the center of the room, the tree shone with its splendor, reflecting the radiant emotions of those who were there. It was a night of deep connections, of celebrating family and the joy of

Rylee It’s a new year….the Xmas celebrations are over. Hearts are in love and some are heartbroken. Shops are closed and the streets are as dry as a graveyard. After the Xmas celebrations, we were expecting a fuller street for the new year but it seems people are over it already. “Hey, you, we baking today?” Laura said smiling broadly at me “We have to, it’s our job..the streets look dry and empty but we can still do deliveries”

It was a moment of reflection, a pause in time, where the true meaning of Christmas embraced their hearts. After the heartfelt moment, they exchanged little gifts, laughter, and stories. The joy and excitement in the room became much as each present was unwrapped, revealing thoughtful tokens of love and appreciation written in cards and on little teddy bears. The room echoed with laughter and heartfelt expressions of gratitude, creating memories that would be cherished for a long time.

Mary's Church embraces the night, Illuminating our steps in peaceful silence. The White Christmas song we sing softly, Warm notes echoing between the cold snow. Your hand, as smooth as falling snow, Warms my heart on this peaceful night. This Christmas Eve, time seems to stop, With you, Stefany, my world becomes so beautiful. Under the big tree, our love will be eternal, In a blanket of snow and divine magic. "Dani! The poem is so beautiful. I'm so touched. Thank you!" Stefany exclaimed enthusiastically. "Of course, Stefy. I will do anything for you, believe me. I only want you, one person. There will be no one else in my heart," Daniel replied while looking softly at his sweetheart's face w

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

Nothing could be more charming. "It is delightful here in winter!" said the little maiden. And all the trees were covered with hoar-frost; they looked like white corals; the snow crackled underfoot, as if one had new boots on; and one falling star after another was seen in the sky. the Christmas tree was lit in the room; presents were there, and good-humor reigned. In the country the violin sounded in the room of the peasant; the newly-baked cakes were attacked; even the poorest child said, "It is really delightful here in winter!"