Merry Christmas Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

“You okay? You look… different tonight.” Different. Code for dressed up, maybe a little too much. I felt my cheeks heat. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… needed to get out.” I gestured toward the stage. “There. That’s the guy.” The Father Christmas act was in full swing now, posing for photos, handing out candy canes, letting tips get tucked into his belt while the crowd cheered. Mr. Harlan turned to look, squinted a little under the strobing lights, then burst out laughing. A real, deep belly laugh that made his shoulders shake.

"Shit, they're probably true. If anybody would know, it'd be you." "All kidding aside. You're a life saver." I knew he hated any hint of seriousness. I could almost hear him blushing over the phone. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right?" "That's right. And I couldn't ask for a better one." "Ditto. Asshole." "Shit. You had to go and spoil it. Listen, I gotta run. Give your family my love and have a great Christmas. I'll give you a call next week."

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

Everyone laughed when I made the announcement. Our table was joined by two girls and three guys. I got up and cleared the way for them, saying, "It is not a must that we spend our Christmas with family, friends, and relatives, expressing thanks and love. Christmas simply means to rejoice, and you may rejoice with us tonight. I know everyone has a distinct story. Some have parted from their parents, some have migrated here, some have been in unexpected situations, some have experienced heartache, and so on. Christmas is a time of renewal and healing for you. You can begin a new life now by taking the first step. I hope you can overcome them and find happiness in your journey. Christmas greeti

I think I might cry with tears of joy. With each word your tenderness grows, Tearing my fear apart And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart "Lovely..." He sang. "Never ever change..." "I won't," I answered. He crinkled his nose to me. "Merry Christmas, love," he said. "The best Christmast for me..." Zach hugged me tightly "It's a tie, love," he answered, I laughed. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it?

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

I smiled at him, recalling the conversation we had before Christmas, his words echoing in my mind. “I always tell my kids, Christmas comes with its own miracles. Who knows? Maybe this year’s your lucky one.” I chuckled dryly and hit the elevator button, glancing back at him. “I wouldn’t count on it, Mr. Jones. Miracles? Christmas? I don’t believe in that kind of thing.” The elevator doors slid open, and as I stepped inside, I heard him call out, “Maybe this Christmas will change your mind, Miss Samantha!” As the doors closed, I sighed, shaking my head. Christmas miracles? I scoffed under my breath, feeling the familiar ache settle in.

He laughed, thrust lazily once more. “Whatever you want, baby. As long as I get to fill this pussy every Christmas.” She kissed him again, tasting fake snow and cum. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”