Michael Jackson Christmas Novels & Stories

Dad arranged a private flight for us a week later—not only for me, Michael, and Lauren, but also for Nancy and Lily. This marked the first time in a decade that the Taylor family would freely return to America to ring in the New Year together. For every member of the household, it was an exceptionally special and deeply meaningful occasion. On Christmas Day, Nancy was busy decorating the villa. I was woken up early by Eleanor. “Scarlett, I’m Santa Claus today!” she burst through the door, bouncing in her bright red wool sweater and snow boots. Clutching a large Christmas gift box, she winked mysteriously at me.

I flicked my wrist, checking the time before turning back to look at her. “They're rehearsing with the others,” my steps faltered at her words. “You need to hear them sing Ms Wilson, absolutely beautiful,” she gushed still oblivious to my rising anger directed at her. “I'm pretty sure I made it clear that my kids won't be a part of any of the school's Christmas celebrations,” I said in a deadly calm voice that had her shuffling on her feet before stuttering out the next words.

rose from all sides, warm and collective. It was then that, through the crowd beginning to disperse, I saw him. Marco was approaching. His tall, solid silhouette cut through the dying glow of the fireworks in the sky. He stopped in front of me, and for a moment, we just looked at each other. The noise around us seemed muffled. "Merry Christmas, Alice," he said, his voice deeper than the sound of the fireworks, loaded with something that made my knees weak. "Merry Christmas, Marco," I replied, my voice a whisper.

And they were working on their relationship. His twin brother and him were even planning to see each other on Christmas day. Michael was going to be there by morning he was flying there from his busy schedule as a celebrity top doctor. The kids...Andrew loved the kids. Mason and Lady were completely taking over the house and Andrew didn't mind it one bit. He was happy as long as they were happy.

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.

This is utterly insane. Still, another thought worms its way into my mind. If he really is Santa, maybe I should wish for something big. My stomach churns at the possibility. A Christmas wedding. The dream I’d buried long ago. I close my eyes, imagining it: twinkling lights, soft snow falling, and Elijah looking at me like I’m his entire world.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

She was even holding Anson, swaying back and forth. Mayor Charles came back to the mic. “Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Let’s light the Christmas Falls town Christmas tree!” Everyone cheered, and he approached the giant light switch. “Five, four, three, two, one!” With a dramatic flair, the mayor flipped the switch, and the tree lit up with thousands of twinkling white lights. The crowd cheered, Memory joining in with the clapping, and then Cindy took the microphone once more to lead them all in “Deck the Halls.”

“It’s too late in the season for us to begin to plan new Christmas activities for this year. If we want to look at doing something next year, that’s different. But there’s simply no way we can get everything you’re proposing done at this late date!” Brady, who was seated at a table off to the side of the council, opened his mouth to disagree, but before he could do so, Martha Davis spoke up. “With all due respect, Mr. Mayor, I disagree. It is clear that the people of Holiday Hills want these events--this Christmas. Each time they’ve been asked to donate, to participate, to do whatever the city needs to have done in order to make sure the events are a success, they have rallied behind the ide

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.