Mariah Carey Christmas Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I slept with Remy, Nadya. I'm coming back today. I can't deal with this anymore. I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do. Please help. I can't do this anymore.” I hit send and threw my head back against the car seat, a tear rolling down my cheek. Christmas was ruined. And it was only morning.

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

He was tall, really tall for a Santa Claus, that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes—oh, his eyes. They were an icy gray that seemed to bare my soul, uncovering every hidden secret before his eyes. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or the way those eyes made me feel, something so distinct yet I couldn't put my hands on it. “Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his deep baritone causing my heart to thrum so loudly in my chest I could only stand there and gawk like a damn fool.

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.

Six “Snowflakes dance in the winter air, A magical sight, beyond compare. Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam, Filling hearts with a festive dream.” In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound.

Thank you for everything, Felix," Marianne said softly, her eyes reflecting the dazzling beauty of the Christmas lights. Felix drew her closer, wrapping her in a soft embrace. "No, thank you, Marianne. For the love, the laughter, and the beautiful family we're building together. Merry Christmas, my love." Marianne leaned her head on his shoulders, "Merry Christmas, my love." And wiht that, they all lived... a life filled with the magic of togetherness, where every day was a celebration of love, laughter, and the extraordinary beauty of family.

When her eyes landed on me and the baby carrier, she let out a sob that broke my heart. “Rory! Rory!” she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion. “You are okay. You are actually okay!” I limped toward the bed as fast as I could. “Clara, thank God,” I muttered. “You cracked the lyrics!” she shouted, her hands trembling as she reached for me. “The Christmas lyrics... that’s why you are here! You really listened to me and cracked the code!” I forced a smile, half happy and half sad that the one I was supposed to hate happened to be the one who helped me in the end.

Her big smile lit up her face as each syllable reverberated, and she and Cassandra sang along to the music : “You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good I need that Charles Dickens You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs. I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen I don't even know, I'm talkin' Christmas I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah) Caught up in the loveliness of the music, she lost herself to the dance, her movements completely in sync with the jubilant tempo of the song.

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.*

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.