Jackson Noble Fir Christmas Tree Novels & Stories

The house was decked in strings of flashing Christmas lights that Felix was certain would be visible from space. He had spared no expense in decking out his house in all the Christmas decorations that Cassie had requested. At first, she had been worried that they wouldn’t get any of the good decorations seeing as they had only started their Christmas shopping two days before Christmas but after he had gotten a Nordmann fir tree – the best type of tree for Christmas trees – flown in from Europe overnight, her worries had evaporated. The tree stood tall and proud in the corner of the grand foyer, its branches reaching upward to the ceiling. It was decked with sparkling ornaments and ribbons, s

Right next to it, a man was selling Christmas trees in an empty parking lot. Talon parked the car, and the kids were out before the engine was off, their excitement palpable. Scarlett and Logan raced toward the tree lot with River trailing closely behind, pointing and chattering about how tall they wanted the tree to be. “Looks like we’re getting a tree whether we like it or not,” Jake said, glancing at Trina with a grin. “Of course we are,” Trina replied, linking her arm with his as we all followed the kids. “What’s Christmas without a tree?”

The way he speaks and acts, it reminds me of Elijah. I look at the tree. It's a towering, fragrant fir tree that stands proudly in front of our living room balcony sliding doors. Its branches, laden with twinkling lights, cast a warm, magical glow throughout the room. A kaleidoscope of ornaments dangle from its boughs - shimmering baubles, handcrafted snowflakes, and delicate glass icicles. At its peak, the golden glittering star commands attention. Ezra really did a good job decorating it. He wouldn’t let any of us do anything. Everything needed to be the way he wanted. Another trait that matches with his father.

He asks if I like it. I look at the tree. It is not perfect. The branches are uneven, the trunk slightly crooked, the top bent to one side. But it is green, alive, fragrant. It fills the room with the smell of forest. I tell him it is fine. He smiles. A small smile, uncertain, hopeful. He says he will get decorations. Lights, ornaments, a star for the top. He will make it beautiful. I tell him he does not need to. He looks at me. He says he wants to. For Eleanor. For her first Christmas.

"Especially now." That night, the family gathered around the Christmas tree one last time before Jack and Lela would return to Georgia. The decorations were beginning to come down in some parts of the house, but nobody had touched the tree. Diane insisted it stay up a little longer. "Your father would've wanted it that way," she said. Jack smiled. "He would've left it up until February." Carter laughed. "He absolutely would have." Everyone laughed.

“That wide front window is a perfect place for a Christmas tree, you know? The glass would reflect all the lights...” His gaze shot to hers. “Woman, I already told you… I DON’T DO CHRISTMAS! Get it now?” “Sure, I get it,” she said, though she really didn’t. “But if you don’t want to, Haze and I will take care of decorating and…” Kaleb stood up, grabbed a fireplace poker, and determinedly stabbed at the logs, causing sparks to fly and sizzle on their wild flight up the chimney. When he was finished, he turned a cold look on her.

He asked as Martin looked up hesitantly. "Mr. Moore had sent these boxes in our gift truck. His man is inside the mansion, that person has arranged the gifts that way. But..." Austin arched his eyebrows as Martin paused. "The Christmas tree was between the gifts and cameras. So it was hard to get who set up the gifts," Martin concluded and his man came with a laptop. He showed the recordings of the camera. "Who set this Christmas tree at this place?" Austin asked him. "The tree was brought by Natalie Madam and was adjusted there under Aarjav sir's guidance," Martin notified him.

Occasionally they’d also travel during spring break adding a third visit in the year. Quinn wanted to sit in this peacefulness for as long as possible. He looked around at everyone. They were all talking and laughing comfortably. There was a fire in the fireplace, and a large Christmas tree in the corner the owners had set up. Christmas lights speckled the cabin his family had rented .. inside and out. They glistened beautifully off the snow. Quinn had no idea what he was even thinking…. Glistened? Off the snow?? Who even was he right now …..

Together we start moving forward, listening to the leaves crunching under our feet while the birds chirp rhythmically, more like arguing with each other for the freezing weather. At least it has stopped snowing. At long last, we finally reach our destination, stopping a few feet away while I move forward and place the bouquet of prim roses on the floor, underneath the headstone. Together we read the engravings. Here lies Joslyn Airam. A daughter and a fiancée. 2002-2027 "Hey Jos, long time no see. How are you doing?" Kate asks, her voice not even the slightest bit cracked, like as if she is talking to an actual living person and not a headstone. "Christmas passed a few days ago. It was awful

Caden asked, noticing the factory luggage rack on the top. Mrs. Miller clicked a button on her keychain and the back opened up. "No, no. You can put it in the back, if you don't mind." "Not at all." Once the back was open, Caden slid the tree in with ease and closed it again. "Well, thank you, Mrs. Miller. We'll see you Valentine's Day?" During the Valentine's season, the tree lot became a craft Valentine's Day open-air boutique. But they still had Christmas wreathes and ornaments to sell all year. They left a few artificial trees up all year for the town and sold one or two occasionally in the off season. In exchange for the privilege of selling their trees in town, they had agreed to keep