Merry Christmas Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

"What's so wrong with Christmas, Mr. Scrooge?" I take a swig of my beer, finishing the rest of the bottle, and shrug my shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with Christmas. I just looked at it differently I guess. When I was little, I was a weird kid. All my friends would be so excited for Christmas and they all told me how they stayed up late so that they could meet Santa, but not me. Nope, I stayed awake to try and capture the creep sneaking into my house once a year." As soon as I finish that sentence, a roar of laughter emits from all three of them.

Or just an idiot, like Ryan. ‘Thank God,’ he muttered as an orange ‘For Hire’ sign hove into view. ‘Hop in.’ He said little as the taxi stopped and started through the pre-Christmas traffic, past the shops with their Christmas lights winking merrily. ‘Thank heaven for Christmas,’ she remarked, for something to say. ‘Imagine how depressing November and December would be without Christmas!’ ‘I’m afraid it leaves me cold,’ he said. ‘Grossly over- commercialized.’ Well, that puts me in my place. Why did everybody say they hated Christmas? Did they really, or was it just the fashion to be cynically bored with it all?

“This is what Christmas is about. Family. Love. Togetherness. So let’s eat, drink, and make this night one to remember. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas!” everyone echoed, clinking their glasses together before diving into the feast. The room was soon filled with the sounds of plates clattering, forks scraping, and delighted conversations. Laughter rang out as funny stories were shared, and the warmth of love and togetherness filled the air.

Sarcasm evident in my words *Just hurry up* *Fine* I replied and as I was about to keep my phone back into its rightful place I bumped into someone and my hot cocoa slipped from my hand unto the floor "We have to stop meeting like this cupcake" Only one human being in the world called me that. "Sorry about your hot cocoa though. At least it didn't spill all over your shirt" he said with an amused look on his charming face. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

"Wow I'm so sorry Uwana I never thought you've gone thought this much. I didn't mean to make you talk about it. " "It's okay I'm sure we all have rough times in our lives. It's up to us to rise above it " I said smiling at him before the thought of Christmas came to mind. " soo what is Christmas like here I Canada? " "Well there is never a dull moment that's for sure. But once you surrounding your self with the right set of people with the right intention then Christmas is always a whole lot fun. " "Really? " "Yea I've been doing that for God knows how long and it's always amazing for me. But wait is it your first time in Canada "

Gwyneth’s POV “Merry Christmas,” That’s the only I’ve heard wherever my gaze landed. I can say that the spirit of Christmas is in their hearts. The smile of the people in here proves that no matter how busy and hectic your schedule is, there will always be a time for Christmas, just like me.

Hardin winks at me. I suppose it's so make a joke of some sort, but I didn't get it. "What's Christmas?" I quiz, tilting my head in utter confusion.

“I don’t drink that shit! You think I’m crazy?” “I guess that’s why you’re the last man standing today.” “The boys took the news hard last night, God bless ’em, and they drank hard to soften the blow.” “What’s with Santa’s workshop out there?” Cutter smiled wide. “At some point last night, one of these kindhearted idiots realized that I might not make it to Christmas, so they brought Christmas to me, presents and all.” “Hey, speaking of presents,” I began my protest. “About that Fat Boy—”