Michael Jackson Christmas Novels & Stories

Micheal tells us and it pushes me more into panic mode. “I don’t feel good, darling. We have to find Blaze.” Windy says to him. Tears well uo in my eyes. I am tired of this sick game of destiny now. Suddenly the music stops and I hear his voice over the microphone. “My lovely people, Merry Christmas to you all.” Everyone gathers around the fairy ride, he’s standing in the top basket. Our eyes meet and I heave in relief.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Flashback – Five Years Earlier The Coleman Corp Christmas party at the Ritz, the chandeliers dripping with crystal icicles and the champagne flowing like melting snow. Michael's hand resting a fraction too low on Alexandra's back, the gold band on his ring finger catching the light as Maria watched from across the room, her third martini halfway to her lips.

He couldn't utter anything else but, "Thank you." Mike raised his bottle again in the air, his face lit up in a wide smile. "For Jesse, and our dear Kristen." He proposed a toast. "Congratulations, kids. This might just be the Merriest Christmas yet." They all nodded, agreeing to Mike's toast. They clinked glasses and bottles, cheering and wrapping each other again in joyful, congratulatory hugs, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. For Jesse and K.

He breaks off in mid-sentence, scanning the tableau; Charlotte wiping her face dry on the back of her hands, Michael looking away. Just remembering he might be interrupting something…? .... Embarrassed? .... He should be.... ".... Um, is this a bad time?" Makes a change to catch him on the hop.... "No," I say. "No, not at all. You've just caught us at, um, a bit of an emotional moment. Michael just gave Charlotte her belated Christmas gift.…" Beth stands in the background, silently playing with her wedding ring, her gaze darting between faces. Richard's eyes narrow as he surveys Charlotte's tear-streaked face. "And she's crying about it?"

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

~ New York City, 2002~ It was Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year! New York City's streets were decked out with stunning lights and plants. Stephanie stood in front of the Rockefeller Center plaza, marveling at the gorgeous Christmas tree. Thousands of light bulbs were used to ornament the tree, which was capped with a new Swarovski star. Stephanie's wavy black hair flowed loosely on her shoulders as she gazed up and stared at the star with a big smile on her face.

On Christmas Eve, I finally dragged myself out to beg for food. The giant screen outside the mall was blasting headlines about Leon and Chloe. Apparently, to welcome Chloe to the family estate, Leon had dropped a ridiculous amount of money lighting up the entire city. Everything would go off at midnight. Under the screen, a kind shop owner handed me a bread roll. I scarfed it down, thanking him again and again. Didn't matter that I stayed tucked in a corner. Security still came over and chased me off. Night fell. My whole body shook as the last bit of warmth drained out of me.

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.