Michael Jackson Christmas Novels & Stories

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

On Christmas Eve, with the temperature at thirteen below zero, a blizzard shut down the interstate in northern New Jersey. The motel at North Ridge Travel Plaza had only two heated rooms left. My hands and feet were numb with cold, but I still walked happily toward Daniel Walker, my husband of five years, a man known for his thoughtfulness. Instead, he walked right past me and handed the last two room keys to his first love Claire Miller, who had just ended her marriage, and her dog Buddy. A woman stranded beside us watched enviously. "Your boyfriend is so thoughtful. He even got a separate room for the dog." Daniel didn't correct her or look back at me. He was too busy taking off his down j

Even though she hadn’t been planning on staying for rehearsal, she did want him to have a familiar face in the audience because she knew how much it meant to him. When it was Michael’s turn, his disappointment melted away, and he bounded forward onto Santa’s lap, a huge smile plastered on his face. One of the elves guided Reid and Melody to a little waiting area as another snapped Michael’s picture. Melody couldn’t help but giggle at how animated he was as he told Santa who knows what. The magical old elf was quite patient and let Michael go on for a bit. Then, it seemed as if he must have asked Michael what he wanted for Christmas because Michael suddenly grew quite serious. He asked Santa

The workers and the kids are all presents around the Christmas tree each holding onto the Christmas gifts they are hoping to give out just as we’ve done for years now, underneath the tree are about nineteen wrapped boxes with gifts in them and we always let William do the sharing of gifts. “Can you stand?” he whispers into my ears and I nod and gently he sets me down on the floor. He steps forward to stand before us, “This has been a long year, a lot of things didn’t go our way, the companies all over suffered depression this year because of the pandemic that struck the entire world, but one thing we remain grateful for is family. I am glad to have my wife here and our sons and you amazing m

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

But note that this time, I am going to do it with some music! Loud! Upbeat! Music! Hah! Take this! “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus (kissing, kissing Santa Claus) underneath the mistletoe last night! She didn’t see me creep down the stairs to have a peep, she thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom, fast asleep!” Jackson 5, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. The lights change color rapidly and blink along the rhythm of the music. How about that, Dylan Watkins? Still fond of Jamie who brings his own background music?

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

As if he could read her mind, he answered her silent questions at once… "I picked them up from the basement parking, right after you threw them out from your car. I just happened to be there at that time. I also chose to make these my Christmas angels this year. So, no matter what you decide regarding us, I'm still taking care of MY KIDS for this holiday season. That means they'll be expecting more presents from me and that's because of these angels," he explained with his sweet, charming smile in full force. And once again, she melted…

“Really? That’s amazing news, Anna! I’m so proud of you.” I nodded, my emotions overflowing. “I’ve been thinking about how much this means to us, and I wanted to get Mom something for Christmas celebration.” Michael’s gaze softened as he looked at the neatly wrapped gifts on the table. He took my hand and led me to the dining area, where we unwrapped the present together. “This is incredible,” Michael said, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve made this day even more special. Mom will love this!” “Where is she? I want to give it to her by myself.” I asked calmly.