I Miss Christmas Novels & Stories

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

So, to answer your question I miss the way he was making me feel. - - You mean loved, important. - - Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Now come help me with this tree. I can wait to see it done. I bought a Christmas tree just to beautify my house. And because of the holiday itself and what it meant, because there was no way in Heaven I will celebrate with my family. I don’t have one. I promised myself that sadness and sorrow would be gone this winter. Sometimes is so hard to believe Pamela is no more but at the same time, I agree with the thought that God just needed angels for Him.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

It felt like a joke. If kindness got crushed and hard work only earned suspicion— Then someone else could deal with this thankless mess from now on. *** My closure notice blew up both group chats. The pickup station chat went completely insane. [What happened? Why'd it close?] [@Annie, what's going on? Why shut it down all of a sudden?] [My package is still in there! Do I seriously have to grab it tonight?] [So where are deliveries supposed to go now? This is ridiculous.]

Felix seems to just need some opening words to start their conversation this morning. "Well, Merry Christmas to you, Felix. Sorry I haven't prepared a present yet. I even forgot that it's Christmas. Felix poured cocoa powder into the mug, he laughed softly and glanced at Mila. "To be honest I forgot too. But Merry Christmas to you too, Mila. It's nice to still be able to celebrate Christmas with someone. I thought I'd be really alone for Christmas." "I guess we're the same. The whole way I thought about it. Actually since the beginning of the month I've been thinking about it, that Christmas this time I really don't have family and friends to spend Christmas with. Thank goodness that I still

I cooed her. “As long as you and mommy will call me every day. Can I talk to mommy by the way? I miss her.” “Uh...now?” I squinted my eyes and ransacked through my mind for a valid excuse. “It's not a good time now, dear. Mom is doing charity work at the outskirts. It's almost Christmas, you know.” “Oh, I almost forgot that. We're gonna celebrate Christmas together, right?” My heart clenched at Fern's question.

"Well, get ready for a crash course then." "Christmas is a special time of the year," she explained, her voice filled with warmth. "It's a time when people come together to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. It's a time of love, joy, and giving. We exchange gifts, spend time with loved ones, and spread kindness to others."

I closed my eyes and reflected on today's activities. It was a really long and traumatizing one. I sighed and picked up my phone. My eyes fell on the date. It was exactly one week until Christmas. It didn't even feel like it. I hoped I would be able to celebrate Christmas with Ryan this year. We had missed eight Christmas together, which might not seem like a lot, but it was a lot. There was a tendency for this year's to be ruined, though, because the wedding was the day after Christmas. So yeah, I would see how that goes.

"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 their pockets but hey! Guess what? It's the Christmas! I have my people scattered everywhere!" "Yeah, so what's the reason you brought me in this awful place?" "Well aside from I know you're in need of women to give you a head and good t*tty f*ck, I'm here to make a negotiation again. I heard that you're planning on taking girls from Philly, care to share them to me?" Mr. Christmas wiggled his eyebrows and lit up a cigar. "You want some, K?" "No, thank you." "Alright, your loss. Anyway, what? Share your girls to me? Another auction at Vegas maybe?"

On Christmas Eve, with the temperature at thirteen below zero, a blizzard shut down the interstate in northern New Jersey. The motel at North Ridge Travel Plaza had only two heated rooms left. My hands and feet were numb with cold, but I still walked happily toward Daniel Walker, my husband of five years, a man known for his thoughtfulness. Instead, he walked right past me and handed the last two room keys to his first love Claire Miller, who had just ended her marriage, and her dog Buddy. A woman stranded beside us watched enviously. "Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. He even got a separate room for the dog." Daniel didn't correct her or look back at me. He was too busy taking off his down j