Merry Christmas Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

I said calmly, my voice laced with genuine apology. "Ah, we're used to that from you!" someone in the crowd quipped, prompting a burst of laughter at my expense. I shot back, "Yeah, that's because I'm an ass!" - a retort that only seemed to amuse them further. Realizing I'd said too much, I hastily grabbed my jacket from the bartender's counter and made a swift exit, slamming the wooden door behind me. The door's cheerful Christmas bell above it seemed jarringly out of place as I emerged into the bright sunlight, which hit me like a slap in the face.

It reminded of what chrismas was all about, with the cake and the gingerbread and the gifts under the tree, and Santa -my grandmother wanted for me to forget about everything for just that day. "Just today" She whispered, giving me a tickle under my pits that made me giggle. I was barely a teenager and that's why i still love old chrismas traditions. "Merry Christmas" She whispered with a smile, a smile that we hardly saw. "Merry Christmas" **** NOW "Here you are at the beach and this is when we took that bus to look for fresh carrots" I said as we both chuckled before her hand swiped to the next picture of Diane.

[Merry Christmas🎄⭐and Happy New Year, Everyone 💕💕 Christmas decorations are all around your house and I am pretty sure that the Christmas tree🎄 is behind, in front, beside or I don’t know where🤭 but it’s somewhere around your house, right? But I know this Christmas has no joy and happiness 😔 like of any other Christmases like in the past, right? But don’t worry everything will be alright, stay positive.

“Let me ask you, Christmas. What do you feel when our hands are close together?” I gulped. “W-what kind of quest–” “Just answer the question.” I gripped my lower lip and averted my eyes in front. “I-I'm happy.” “Really?” he asked and I nodded, “Then don't mind what will they going to say or think. You can't control the people around you and you can't do nothing about it. The important is you are happy and that's it, Christmas.” I heaved a sigh because he was right. “I'm sorry.”

Well, day one didn’t go as planned but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up though. ****** Merry Christmas dearies!!!♥️🫶🫶

I told Jason as a matter of fact. “I wish I could be there, but—” Jason began. I was already familiar with his excuse. I had heard it so many times and today, I finished it for him, “I know how it goes,” I quoted Jason as much as I could. “Holidays bring the casualties, and Christmas is a big holiday. I get it,” I said to Jason, soft with my words. On second thoughts, I added with a hint of sarcasm. “I get it all the time.”

I’m not sure how anything is supposed to feel better than this, how I could ever be expected to settle for less. "Merry Christmas, baby," "Merry Christmas," we utter at the same time and laugh.

“It’s not that pretty, really. It’s only because it’s Christmas, and Thomas asked me to liven the mood. “Even my husband has never had the benefit of seeing me like this.” As she spoke, she looked at me with interest. My coworkers’ gazes stuck to me, clearly enjoying the spectacle. I remained expressionless. Whether anger or shouting, those were reactions of the weak. Did they still think I was the same man from my previous life, who only knew how to give without expecting anything in return? “Alright, it was just a joke, but someone actually got upset. “Don’t cry. Crying on Christmas would ruin the mood.”

“I’m really glad you’re here now. Sorry I’m being such a party pooper.” “Hey, it’s fine, we understand,” I assured him. “Plus, who knows? A good meal and some really bad Christmas jokes might help a little.” Chris raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, fine. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry, anyway. And Mom and Dad always prepare the best Christmas lunch.” I smiled at Chris, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “And if it gets too festive, we’ll sneak back here and blast some classic rock. Just to keep things balanced.”

Karter "Don't you just love Christmas?" Marie asks dreamily staring at the ceiling above us. "it's alright." I say. Marie turns to me with a harsh glare, "What do you mean "it's alright" it's the best time of the year!" Marie exclaims. "Just because they say that in a song doesn't mean Christmas is the best time of the year babe." "Whatever. When the spirits of Christmas come and haunt you in your sleep, you'll be a believer."