Michael Jackson Christmas Novels & Stories

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

“That’s sweet, Mark.” “Michael. My name is Michael.” “I usually go to these things alone. Maybe some other time, okay?” “Uh, yeah. Sure.” He put on a brave face, smiled, and took his leave. Another reason to hate Buffalo. * ** By eight o’clock the party was in full swing. The employees were half drunk and the saxophone-heavy Darlene Love Christmas songs kept people dancing. Michael had moved from the cheap box wine to neat tequila. Human Resources Jason -- so-called to distinguish him from Accounting Jason -- slapped a hand on Michael’s shoulders.

Michael was shaping into someone else than I thought he was. “It’s very special to me,” he said. “I do several other charities throughout the year. Over Thanksgiving, I was in Bar Harbor, Maine, for one. At this hospital, I take part in holiday events such as Valentine’s Day, Easter, Fourth of July, and etcetera. But this Christmas party is the biggest. It's hard enough to be faced with this great of a challenge. I’m happy to give back where I can.”

My father smiles, “Now you, son.” “Misha Knight, when I found your and Ana's Christmas display,y I knew I had to meet you. Then I gazed upon you. At that moment, I knew I was yours. I wanted you to be mine. I knew Justin here would fuck it up.” Justin yelled in protest, but I ignored him and decided to direct a comment at him, “Well, you did. I didn't even have to glamor that waitress.” Misha gasps, “You wouldn't do that!”

And now it is just the three of us again, in our very non-nuclear, but very happy, family. I grab her by the wrist, pull her to me by the tree and glance up... Her eyes follow mine... Mistletoe... My hands around my waist, I pull her in close, my lips hovering over hers. "Are you happy, Charlotte?" "Happy, Master? How could I be happier? Thank you so much for everything you did. And you too, Michael." Michael, lounging on the settee, smiles, tipping his glass in acknowledgement. "You can say thank you to Michael in a while," I say. "I´m sure he´ll appreciate it. You have no idea how much effort it took me to keep him away from you all of Christmas morning."

“It will be hard to leave tomorrow. I don’t want our time together to be over so soon. It is nice spending so much time with you. I could get used to it.” “I could get used to it too. I was actually hoping to ask you something,” Michael said. My heart skipped a beat at his statement. Did he mean a question or THE question? “What is it?” I said with a little shakiness in my voice. “Would you spend Christmas with me and my family?” Michael asked sheepishly. “I would love to,” I answered immediately, my heart beat still racing. *** “Are you sure you don’t want to take the jet?” Michael asked as I pulled my clothes from the hotel closet and packed them in the suitcase on the bed.

My heart had been broken too many times to believe in such things anymore. “Too bad we’re leaving,” Lilac sighed, her eyes lingering on one of the resort staff. The guy grinned sheepishly at her, clearly charmed. We all knew why he was smiling, and it wasn’t because he was just doing his job. “Christmas is coming,” one of my coworkers added. “Time to spend with friends and family.” Christmas. The holiday I was supposed to spend with someone special. Instead, the man I once thought I’d share it with was too busy kissing someone else in front of me.

He honestly thought it would have been impossible without his wolf’s strength behind him. He took a broom and swept up, making sure it was all spotless. Gary came up when he got all the small bits into a dustpan. “Get out of here, you’ve done good. Merry Christmas!” “Thanks, Merry Christmas.” Michael walked home to Kimberly, but stopped off at a few shops on the way, a few gifts for her… and a few gifts for his boy, including a stuffed rabbit he saw that was so soft.

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.