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But the song he was hearing was uplifting his mood - “Give love on Christmas Day…No greater gift is there than love.” “What beautiful lyrics.” Polly thought. He stayed there for a while and listened to some more songs playing in the background. “I think I’m gonna love Christmas.”

I'd try my best, even though it's my first Christmas without Dean, since we aren't too big on holidays or relatives in general. Christmas was a sordid affair, dad and mum in a subdued mood as Felix Navidad came up in the speakers. Dean's favorite Christmas song, and he shows it by moving his body, so out of tune with the beat, it was downright funny. His chicken wings dance, and his almost perfect imitation of a rooster. I smiled sadly, cleaning my tears with the back of my hands. Dad and mum held on to each other, singing along to Silent Night the tears falling freely from their faces. They looked so beautiful together, even with the tears. Staring into space, all thought of the scrumptious

I read as I swipe down the list, “There’s Christmas carols on the playlist——Silent Night, We Three Kings, The First Noel…” Before I can finish, Jamie strikes a cold stare at me, “No.” “No Christmas carols? Oh, okay.” I swipe to the next session, “We can do Christmas Pop too——Justin Bieber’s Mistletoe, Robbie Williams’s Merry Kissmas, oh wow there’s even Lil Nas X’s HOLIDAY.” He’ll totally nail his entrance with these songs. However, it seems like Jamie doesn’t think so. He gives me a deep exhale, “No. Chandelier. No.”

On the Seventh Day of Christmas My True Love gave to me Seven Swans a Swimming Six Geese a Laying Five Golden Rings Four Calling Birds Three French Hens Two Turtle Doves And a Partridge in a Pear Tree. Lila finished the rest of the journey scowling to herself on her bus seat, wondering why the town, despite knowing all about her situation, despite how hard she had worked to hide it to prevent extra ostracism, still did nothing to help her or her family.

I think I might cry with tears of joy. With each word your tenderness grows, Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart "Lovely..." He sang. "Never ever change..." "I won't," I answered. He crinkled his nose to me. "Merry Christmas, love," he said. "The best Christmast for me..." Zach hugged me tightly "It's a tie, love," he answered, I laughed. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it?

Evangeline Snow's P.O.V. Sleigh bells ring and the all too familiar sounds of classic Christmas music pour in through my earbuds as I walked down the snow-crusted sidewalk. Closing my eyes, I hummed along to the tune of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing With lyrics written by Charles Wesley,.” Sad to say, this is probably as Christmassy as I'm going to get.

Ava and Ana wore Christmas plump dresses and glittering caps too. As soon as Flynn and I joined them, we started singing as a piano and guitar was played to add rythm to the song. "Silent night.. Holy night... All is bright... All is calm.. Round your virgin mother and child.. Holy infant so tender and kind... Sleep in heavenly peace... Sleep in heavenly peace..." From there we sang the second chorus and other Christmas songs too. After blowing the candle and cutting the cake, Ana and Ava took the responsibility of sharing the gift to all our workers while we packed the remaining gifts and vowed to open them in New York.

RICHARD ".... And a partridge in a pear treeee..." Michael conducting, singing by rounds, we finish singing The Twelve Days of Christmas. "Don't know about you," says James, "but I'm pruning up. What's say we get out and dressed and settle by the fire again?" Sounds good to me.... Michael jumps out of the tub, grabbing a robe. "I'll dash ahead and give the fire a boost." The rest of us return to the lounge to find the hearth burning brightly and Michael stacking a fresh supply of logs to the side.

Layla's POV Christmas Eve arrived, and Alex transformed our penthouse into a winter wonderland. A majestic tree stood tall, adorned with sparkling ornaments and garlands. Soft candlelight illuminated the room, casting a warm glow. It felt heavenly! Alex took my hand, leading me to the balcony overlooking the glittering city. “Merry Christmas, Layla,” he whispered, his eyes shining. “Merry Christmas to you too, Baby.” I smiled. Below, a private orchestra played festive melodies.

POV: Jessa He just sighs and holds the basket. Back in the truck, I cue the only song that matters. “Santa baby…” I sing, sweet and slow as the engine warms. “Slip a sable under the tree…” Nick’s jaw flexes. His hands settle on the steering wheel, tight. I sing louder. Breathier. “For me…” He says nothing. I grin and keep going. “Been an awful good girl…” I lick my lips, just to see if he notices.