I Miss Christmas Novels & Stories

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

I let out a soft laugh, "Psh, so? It's good to have that Christmas feeling because it's Christmas!" "No, it's not." He smiled at how childish I was acting. "December 25th is Christmas. Today is December the 5th. I don't get why everybody goes all out way before the big day." "Yeah, I get that it's the 25th but Christmas isn't just a day, it's a season!" I said in a soothing voice, smiling as I did. "Christmas is December. Back home, we don't put down our Christmas tree until New Years Eve."

“That’s why I was asking how you’re holding up this year. I’m sorry if I brought this up at the wrong time. My jaw dropped….and I gasped lightly, trying not to show the shock I felt. Realization dawned on me like a lightning bolt, freezing me in place. How? How could I have forgotten? How could I have been so distracted by thoughts of someone else that I had forgotten the date that I had cherished for almost a decade? 24th of December…Christmas Eve…wasn’t just about the birth of Christ. For me, there was another big reason for remember this day…

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

He would have to ask what was bothering her once they landed. The cool air hit his wings telling him that winter was fast approaching. His favorite holiday as a child also fast approaching. He couldn’t believe this year his Christmas would have her in it. His favorite holiday and she would be there with him. It was his mothers and when she died it died with her but now. He would have to make it special. He missed her birthday only because she was in a coma through it but Christmas he had to make it big. He growled to Ryan who flew closer.

"It's my favorite time of the year, and I can't wait to celebrate it with all of you." Sarah and Emma exchanged puzzled glances, their anticipation slightly deflated. "Christmas?" Sarah repeated, slightly disappointed. "That's it? We thought you had some big secret to share!" Emma playfully touched Sarah. "Come on, Sarah. Mitchell has the right to keep some things to herself. Besides, Christmas is a special time, and we can understand why she's so excited about it." Mitchell smiled, relieved that her response had successfully diverted their attention for the time being. "Exactly, Emma! Christmas is a time for love, joy, and togetherness. I'm just really looking forward to spending quality ti

He'd saved me so many times, and I could help repay him with this tiny return. Forcing a smile, I cleared my throat. "I might not be able to make it this year, I'm afraid. Grampy's declined quite a bit." It could be my last Christmas with him. Another chunk tore off of my heart. Matt's head whipped in my direction, eyes round, but I didn't meet his gaze. Couldn't. "Oh, sugar." His mom reached over and patted my hand. "I'm sorry to hear that. But you can't miss our Christmas. At least come up for the Eve, would you?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * LOS ANGELES, CA SIX MONTHS LATER * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * JUDAH’s POV : Christmas used to mean nothing to me. My mom and I were too busy being in survival mode to care about stupid holidays like that. Plus, we didn't have any money for gifts or holidays. Usually, she’d work through Christmas, and I’d get high and pass it by.

Ding dong! I pressed the doorbell twice as I got in front the door. “Where is Christmas?” I asked as the door open. The maid look at me in her forehead knotted. “Are you Carlos?” “Yes, I am,” I replied. She took something out inside her maid uniform and give it to me. “Miss Christmas wants me to give it to you.” “What is this?” “She wrote it before they leave yesterday,” she answered casually that made my eyes widened. “They leave?! Where they did go?” “They were going to migrate in London that's all I know.” “What?”

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.