John Lennon Christmas Song Lyrics Novels & Stories

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’s Christmas!” “Yes, it is. And you came as sent from above, ’cause I need someone to sing the chorus to ‘Highway to hell’. Do you know that song? No? Then maybe we can sing ‘I saw mommy fucking Santa Claus’ instead, then? I’m sure you both heard and saw them doing the dirty deed behind your Christmas tree last night.” His face... Indescribable. And I was just getting started. Man, was I on a roll today. “Mr. Cooper!” he reprimanded, but didn’t get any further because I reiterated his surname the same way he did with mine, and he got distracted.

I can still feel his gaze burning into the back of my head. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he says, laughing before going back to helping me decorate the tree while Christmas music plays. One particular lyric feels very fitting for what I’m starting to feel for Josh. *All I Want for Christmas Is You.*

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

“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.

It started snowing so much, everything is covered with a layer of white snow! “You even remembered the nutcracker!” I say with excitement. “All I want for Christmas is you.” He sings, while dancing with Leland in his arms “I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents. Underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you.” I sing. Jack and I make our way inside with Leland and the house looksstunning.

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed, and gave me an encouraging smile. I cleared my throat and started the song: “The fireplace is burning bright, shining all on me, I see the presents underneath the good old Christmas tree...” Slowly, the others began to join in, humming along, their voices blending together in harmony. “And I wait all night ‘til Santa comes to wake me from my dreams, Oh, why? ‘Cause that’s Christmas to me...” I caught a glimpse of Sophie, still silent in the corner. Her eyes were downcast, the frown still etched on her face, as though she couldn’t quite be part of this moment.

Amber wrapped her arms around his neck and didn’t want to ever let go. She wasn’t the only one feeling the love and the Christmas Spirit. A man was strumming his guitar near the stairs playing a classic Christmas song as Leo spun Amber in a circle. She felt a little dizzy when her feet hit the ground again. But she wanted to feel this way always. She laughed. “My father will come through babe. I know he will. They want this handled as much as we do. We pay them to do the dirty work for us. It’ll work. I know it will. We’ll have him home by Christmas.”

“I’ll do it,” I tell her. “I’ll sing for you.” Her eyes grow wide. “You can sing?” I nod. “What song is it?” “‘What Child Is This?'” she answers. “I know it.” I probably know every Christmas song by heart. “You’ll bring her to the hospital?” I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes. “Sure,” he answers.

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.