Merry Christmas In Sign Language Novels & Stories

“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.”

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

he murmured softly. I smiled. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Walker.”

Two years ago, "Merry Christmas" we all shouted in unison, The people around us were laughing and hugging wishing each other. It's midnight exactly and all the church members were sitting around the bonfire waiting for midnight. The representative's blast beautiful fireworks, the skies fill with multiple colours, Liam grips my hand tighter as we watch the firework display, it's such a beautiful moment, I wanted to replay it over and over again. "Merry Christmas scar, I love you so much " he whispers in my ears kissing my cheek. We were at the back so it's hard for people to see us, I grin up at him mouthing back the word 'I love you'

Getting up, Meifeng saw two muchkins standing in front of her bed, all decked up and wrapped in thick clothes. "Merry Christmas!" Both the muchkins shouted with their eyes gleaming and a wide smile hanging on their lips. Wrapping each of her hand around the cute, chubby muchkin's neck's Meifeng grabbed and pulled them towards herself. She then propped her body up and placed a wet kisss on their chubby and soft cheets. "Muahh..."

"What is happening here?" I winked at matilda. With our sign language, we knew what to do next. "Nothing mum, Merry Christmas." We screamed grinning and showing her our front teeth. "Merry Christmas to you two," she said with a smile but her face turned serious in a second. " You girls should start explaining? What is happening here?" She glared at us. "Nothing mum," I replied with the most beautiful smile, I could give out at that moment.

The air was cold but pleasant, with the smell of burning wood from the indoor fireplace and the distant sound of children’s laughter. Zion pulled me onto his lap, burying his face in my neck. "Merry Christmas, my queen," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. Luka kissed my hand, his heterochromatic eyes shining in the glow of the Christmas lights. "Merry Christmas. After everything… kidnappings, escapes, shootings, betrayals… we’re here. Alive. Together." Elias, standing behind me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his large, warm body completely enveloping me.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

Humming her response and nodding up and down, she responds, “How old are you?” “I turned twenty-one just before last Christmas.” I smile, but she just tilts her head. “Oh, no Christmas here?” “Sorry love, what’s Christmas?” “It’s a holiday celebrated a little differently around the world, people give out presents and families gather to spend time together, people decorate their houses with lights and have a big dinner, it’s very nice.”

"Here, to our family's future success. Cheers!" I crouched in front of the fireplace, staring at the cheap nylon scarf that had already been reduced to ashes. The fire was already beginning to die down, leaving behind just a pile of black ash in its place. Soon, it was midnight, and fireworks exploded in the sky outside the window, the multicolored lights penetrating through my transparent body as people on the streets cheered and wished each other a "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Holidays". I just continued crouching in my corner, facing Mom and Dad who were still making plans about the future, and said lightly, "Merry Christmas."