Novel & Cerita Merry Christmas Hug

Christmas was truly wonderful, it felt absolutely magical. “Tucker!” “Miles!” The excited children spotted each other, waving their hands, and then they ran quickly toward one another. When they were close enough, they hugged. “I’ve been waiting for you!” “I’ve been looking for you too, Tucker!” They wiggled their bodies as they hugged. It was such an adorable sight. I felt grateful that we had come here. I just caught Erica’s eyes, she looked tired, probably from chasing after the fast-moving Tucker.

“Merry Christmas baby “ he told me as I got to where I was . “ Merry Christmas shusn “ I whispered to him and took the gift from his hands . I turned and mom had a big smile on her face . I didn’t know if it was because of the both of us bonding together but I knew that I loved that smile that I saw on her face and of a fact , I didn’t want it to go away . “ merry Christmas mom , I love you so much and thanks for being the best and the most wonderful mother that I could ever think of “ Mom had a big smile on her face as I hugged her , I could tell that she was happy and I loved seeing her this happy . Even though she was married to the man that I loved , I just didn’t care , all that I wante

Nicholas “Merry Christmas!” shouted a smiling street performer, handing out small candy canes. “No, thank you,” Nicholas Kerstman said, shaking his head as he walked past. “But it's Christmas time! Take one,” the performer urged. “Embrace the season.” Nicholas sighed. Why did Christmas have to come every year? “Sure. Why not?” Nicholas said with a shrug as he took the candy cane into his hand. When he thought the street performer couldn't see him, he threw the candy cane into the nearest trashcan.

Coach would be proud. Changing back to my night attire, I fall to my bed, checking through my phone. I see a lot of Christmas wishes from my Classmates and school mates, especially the girls but none from Noel. Grumbling to myself I start deleting the messages replying some if I can place a face to the name. The messages are all the same, Merry Christmas AL *insert heart emoji* missing you so much on this wonderful night*insert sad lonely emoji*. Wish we can hang out? I promise it won't be a waste of time*insert wink emoji*. Anyway Merry Merry Christmas *insert kiss emoji*

He yearned to hold her now. His fingers tapped the screen swiftly, and he sent another message. Xander: [Abigail, I want to hold you right now.] Abigail promptly sent back a few "hug" emojis. Xander: [What I want is a real hug, not emoji hugs.] Abigail: [Ah, we're thousands of miles apart, how can we hug?] Xander: [Right now, we can't. But remember, you owe me a hug. When we meet, I'll claim it back twofold.]

He knew that would make him very happy. While Meghan was hugging her, he shoved his hands back in his pockets. “It’s Christmas, girl. You’re home. You should be happy!”

her Dad cried. "Yay, hug me! I'll be in there." Heather happily ran to them. She carried her. "Do you want to tell your Mom something, baby?" her eyes widened, and immediately recovered, then she nodded at her as her response. "Merry Christmas, Mom, I love you." And she hugged her mother. "Merry Christmas too, baby. I love you, too. Please forgive Mama," she cried as she talked to her daughter. "You are forgiven, Ma," Heather replied. Maureen mouthed "thank you" to her while hugging her child.

The green shawl wrapped around her neckline to protect her from the cold, completely matching the Christmas dress code. "You scream of perfection, Prize," I complimented, extending my hand out to her, which she took, and I pulled her closer to me abruptly, which made our chests graze against each other briefly before she steadied in her position. "Merry Christmas," we said in unison, and my chest rioted in happiness. This little girl is bringing out a feeling I didn't know I could have.

“Thank you, so much!” Ryder kissed my cheek. “Welcome, always.” “Group hug!” Dean yelled and tackled me and Ryder, hugging us both at once. Everyone eventually joined him. *** Happy Holidays. Stay safe and I wish you all the best. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my stories! I appreciate it more than you could ever know! Lots of love - Jilguera.

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.