Lady Gaga Christmas Tree Lyrics Novels & Stories

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

I searched the back of my hair as I joined her to finish up the cookies. It was 11:57pm already. She dragged me as we sat on the coach, with her phone right in our middle. LISA We watched my phone as seconds kept passing till.. “3…2…1..” “ merry Christmas babe!!!.” We both chorused, not realizing we both said Babe.. We hugged each other as he carried me, taking me to the Christmas tree as I picked up the star, and with his help I dropped it at the top of the tree.

Ray sings. “There is just one thing I need.” I join. “I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree,” Jordan sings while we stay quiet. “I just want you for my own,” I say. “More than you could ever know.” Ray sings, gazing at me. “Make my wish come true,” Jordan says, looking at me. Eyes on the road, please. “All I want for Christmas is you.” We all chorus, pointing to one another. In no time, we see the Bakers’ gigantic estate gate bars, all covered with literally uncountable strands of twinkle lights. As we drive in, we feed our eyes with the Christmas decorations from different angles of the estate.

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."

(Blake's POV) I look at the giant Christmas tree in front of me. Here at home, mom made sure she had her interior designer set the yearly decorations at home, including this tree. Last night, as Tara stood in front of the penthouse's Christmas tree, she excitedly shared with me how they decorate their Christmas tree at home. I swallowed hard, remembering her. How I loved watching her tell me the story, sitting beautifully near the tree as she arranged the gifts under it, and suddenly I wanted to put ornaments in this tree with our happy memories, too.

The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound. "Jolly old Santa, with a sleigh so bright, Delivers gifts with all his might. Children gather, eyes aglow, As presents under the Christmas tree grow." As Florence's gaze adjusted to the darkness, she could see nothing but the inky blackness that enveloped her surroundings. Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze around her while there was this strong and painful ringing in her ears and a bit of confusion in her head. Snowflakes danced in the air, swirling and twirling above Florence’s head. Her breath was visible in the frigid air, a stark contrast to the warmth she craved.

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 closed my eyes. That single word from her nearly undid me. I turned fully then, facing her, forcing myself to meet her eyes. Pain flickered across her expression, not because she knew anything yet, but because she sensed something was wrong. Something deep. Something old. Something rooted in years before she even knew my name. “Aria,” I said quietly. “This is not the way you should hear any of this.” Liana laughed under her breath. “That is what you are choosing to say.”

"That’s the problem, Cass. We used to always have time for moments like this, but now… everything feels like an endless battle." Cassandra fell silent. Alexander was right. Her life was nothing like before—there was no space left to simply enjoy time with someone without burdens, without threats lurking in every corner of the city. But tonight, she wanted to forget everything. When they arrived at the city’s central park, Cassandra was instantly mesmerized. In the middle of the vast park, a giant Christmas tree stood tall, adorned with thousands of twinkling lights, casting a warm glow across the entire area. People strolled around, children laughed as they played in the snow, young couples