Love Letter For Christmas Novels & Stories

It was a charcoal portrait…Of me. Beautifully framed, and every detail had been drawn by hand. Tears immediately blurred my vision. "Merry Christmas, babe." Without thinking, I threw my arms around him. "I love you so much." He hugged me tightly. "I love you too." My chest felt so full it might burst. "It's beautiful." He smiled. "It's you." And somehow that made me cry even harder. Finally, I handed him my gift. Three customized jackets. Mustard. Black.

*** On Christmas Day… As usual when traveling far from other countries, especially winter lands, Gabriel and Charlotte warmed up in the lounge by the fireplace while enjoying hot chocolate. Gabriel took a small box from his coat pocket, opened the box which contained a luxuriously engraved diamond necklace. Seeing him suddenly give a gift while on duty, made Charlotte gape. “Merry Christmas, my love. This is a Christmas present from me.” "You can still give me a gift at a time like this," replied Charlotte holding back tears of emotion. "I told you, no matter how busy I am, I always think of you. Especially today is Christmas. It feels like something is missing if I don't give you a present.

And that perfect excuse was a Christmas present. The question was what to get her? What would show her just how much she meant to me without it being too much or making things weird? I could already tell that I was walking a fine line when it came to Love. I didn’t want to overdo it. But I wanted her to know that I was thinking of her.

Pulling out the paperwork, found a typed letter. "Merry Christmas to you both. I can't tell you how much of a gift it is to have Rhys offer me the opportunity to have a second chance at life. My wife and I were barely squeaking by, drowning in medical debt because of her illness, when he came into my shop, like an angel, to save us. I can retire now and take care of my wife full time. Thank you both, from the bottom of our hearts. It's a Christmas miracle! And thank you Rhys, for letting me stay on and work Saturday's in the shop, so I don't have to let it go entirely. Love to you both, Frank."

He led her to the table and handed her a small box, wrapped simply in ivory paper. Inside was a delicate silver pendant, an engraved snowflake encircling a tiny flame. “It’s a reminder,” he said softly. “That warmth can exist even in the coldest places.” Deborah swallowed, emotion rising unexpectedly. “Thank you,” she whispered. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead unrushed, sincere, full of restraint that somehow made it more intimate. “Merry Christmas,” he said again. And for the first time that night, Deborah felt it fully.

They exchanged vows that they had written themselves, each word filled with love and promises for their future. “I promise to stand by you,” Samantha said, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes. “Through every challenge, every happy moment, and everything in between, you’ve given me a love I never thought was possible. I didn’t think I’d ever find love again or feel this way before Christmas, but you, Julian, are my Christmas miracle, my own Christmas billionaire. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Julian’s reply was just as heartfelt.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Starting with Logan. Logan: Hey baby. Merry Christmas! I hope you are having a great Christmas. You're boyfriends better be treating you right, or I'll kick their asses. (winky face emoji) Seriously though baby. I hope this Christmas is the best one you have ever had! Text me when you can. I can't help but smile while I am reading his message. He's so damn sweet. I'm so lucky to have him as a friend. Me: Merry Christmas Logan! (heart emoji) This Christmas has been incredible. I hope your having an amazing Christmas this year too. Don't worry they are treating me great! I miss you!

“I just thought the people would really love to celebrate Christmas again and I thought maybe it would make them happy but I shouldn't have pressured you.” I finally turned to look at her and slowly held her hands in mine. “You did not hurt me, Mara,” I said quietly and surprise instantly crossed her face. “Instead, you made me realize what the right thing is. You made me realise what my mother would have wanted, Mara. This is one of the reasons why you are the perfect woman for me. I love you, Mara.” Confusion filled her eyes immediately. “What do you mean?” I lifted her hands to my lips and kissed them gently before pressing another soft kiss against her forehead. “From now on, the people

’The Velveteen Rabbit. I ran my finger carefully over the cover as a tear escaped my eye. Then I opened the letter and another tear rolled down. I placed the letter back in the box and wrapped the box in the same Christmas paper. On the note, I wrote ’ Merry Christmas James. I hope this brings back some of the wonderful memories I know are in there.’ I didn’t write my name on it because it wasn't from me. It was from her. From his mother. Lilly Knight. L.K.