Mandela Effect Christmas Song Novels & Stories

"Because Ethan's not coming back from this. He's not some untouchable force anymore. He's just a guy in handcuffs now." Her breath caught slightly, and for what felt like the first time in forever, she let out a small, shaky laugh. "I still can't believe it." Jaxon smiled wryly. "Yeah, well. Believe it. He's rotting in a holding cell as we speak, probably trying to talk his way out of it. But this time, there's no way out." Isabel slowly let her breath go, as if she'd finally released something she'd held in for too long. Then, without warning, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest.

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.

Playlist Song#1: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town by Michael Bublé DAPHNE’S POV “These freaking luggages! Urghh!” I groan, surprisingly able to drag three heavy boxes up a flight of stairs without twisting both my ankles, but that only means I look and feel like my large intestine is about to fall out through my crack any second now. “Orison, arggh, why didn’t you pick up your phone?” I muse to myself, breaking a sweat even though it’s freezing out here, but the question I should be asking is why I thought I would be able to carry all my luggages on my own in the first place. Thankfully, I reach Orison’s door on the last floor, and I strain to fish out the spare keys he gave me.

‎We collapse, tangled, breathless. ‎“Best gift ever,” he whispers. ‎I laugh, kiss him. ‎“Merry Christmas, Misha.” ‎

Mary's Church embraces the night, Illuminating our steps in peaceful silence. The White Christmas song we sing softly, Warm notes echoing between the cold snow. Your hand, as smooth as falling snow, Warms my heart on this peaceful night. This Christmas Eve, time seems to stop, With you, Stefany, my world becomes so beautiful. Under the big tree, our love will be eternal, In a blanket of snow and divine magic. "Dani! The poem is so beautiful. I'm so touched. Thank you!" Stefany exclaimed enthusiastically. "Of course, Stefy. I will do anything for you, believe me. I only want you, one person. There will be no one else in my heart," Daniel replied while looking softly at his sweetheart's face w

“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.

As we were headed to my mom's house we were engaged in a fun conversation, playful and safe too, with music playing in the background when one of my favourite songs came on, AmaDM by Samthing Soweto and I couldn't resist dancing and singing along to the song. "Lovey wami Sthandwa sami Iskhathi singi phelele iskhathi singi phelele Hawu shelele hawu shelele koma DM Lovey wami (Yhoo hoo) Sthandwa sami (ahhh wena) Iskhathi asing phelele iskhathi asing phelele Hawu shelele hawu shelele koma DM

Ding dong! I pressed the doorbell twice as I got in front the door. “Where is Christmas?” I asked as the door open. The maid look at me in her forehead knotted. “Are you Carlos?” “Yes, I am,” I replied. She took something out inside her maid uniform and give it to me. “Miss Christmas wants me to give it to you.” “What is this?” “She wrote it before they leave yesterday,” she answered casually that made my eyes widened. “They leave?! Where they did go?” “They were going to migrate in London that's all I know.” “What?”

I saw the initials craft on it. AEM & ABR It was too late when I realized the song playing on the radio is related to what I'm feeling right now. The song was It'll Be Okay by Shawn Mendez. As he sang the chorus, I came back to when I clearly remembered the memories from the one who gave me this bracelet.

My heart thudded. “Five!” I looked around. At my friends. At my father. At this house that no longer felt intimidating. Just full. “Four!” Alaric’s hand tightened slightly. “Three!” His breath brushed against my temple. “Two!” I smiled without even meaning to. “One!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” The room exploded into noise. Laughter. Cheers. Someone popped something that sounded suspiciously like a champagne cork. Malik tackled Alex onto the rug. Zendaya screamed happily.