Novel & Cerita I Miss Christmas

Grow a fucking pair, mate. I walk out of the hospital towards my car, and I take a deep breath as I rest my back against the door. Today is cold, but the sun is out. I guess it’s a good Christmas Day day. I shake my head as I remember I haven’t celebrated Christmas for the last ten years. I know Kill and Theo celebrate, and they always want me around, but I never do. I am not a Christmas person.

“This is the message." I glared at the screen, the words registering before I could even finish reading. “Shipment NX043- delivery time 12:15- date 12/03/25. Everything was the opposite of how it was supposed to be. Above, was my number boldly written as the sender. “There has to be a mistake," I said, reaching out for my own phone.

Maybe if she waited until Wednesday, a few more sales would come through and she could mail them all at the same time. The door chimed and a local couple she knew from church came in. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Howard. How are you?” Memory went about helping Mrs. Howard find a gift for her niece, trying not to let her father’s news about the new B and B keep her from enjoying the holiday spirit. Christmas really was the most wonderful time of the year, even if this one felt a little off without Grandma Helen. She put a smile on her face and got to work, glad to stay busy to keep her mind off of what she’d lost.

I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulder, though it had been the least of my problems. As a light layer of snow trickled to the ground, I shivered. My mind wandered to Christmas. It would be my first Christmas without my parents and my sister Naomi, whom I nicknamed Jules. It would be so different now. There wouldn't be a huge tree in the living room decorated with vibrant ornaments my sister and I had made over the years. There would be no sweet and spicy scent of eggnog and gingerbread cookies cooling on the counter. There would be no once-a-year "I'll love you forever Jace," from my father.

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. “Sarah and I always spent it in the Maldives, and then when we broke up, I just worked through the holidays.” She gaped at him. “Worked? You work during Christmas? Mason, that’s terrible. You sound like Scrooge!” “Pointless holiday.” Chris rolled his eyes.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

FUCK, SANTA DADDY BOOK TWO MAE POV Christmas is supposed to be the best time of year. People talk about joy and being kind. They talk about sitting by a warm fire, eating great food, and watching movies. But mostly, they talk about family. This year, I didn't have any of that. I was staying in a tiny, one-room apartment. It was small and lonely. My family was far away. I had no one to celebrate with. I sat at my desk and looked at my computer screen. I tried to look very busy. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

After a while, he awkwardly said: "Today is Christmas." I was momentarily speechless. Since we all lost our parents, we had spent every Christmas together. Mason was always busy handling pack affairs, Ethan was occupied with training warriors for the pack, and Hunter had a carefree personality—none of them ever cared much for ceremony. I was the only one who prepared gifts in advance every year and made time to be with them. But this year... I had truly forgotten. I didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, I only managed: "Sorry."

If it's not done with the greatest of care, I might face rejection and a broken heart at Christmas. Christmas brings out the worst in people and the best. But for Blake it could be the worst time of year. It could be the time of year when he pulls away emotionally and drowns out all memory of Stacey with a nice large beer. If I had become a widow, Christmas without a loved one would destroy me year after year. Perhaps Blake lacks the emotional maturity required to move on.