Mlp Christmas の小説・ストーリー

Lifting his hand from my eyes, I open them and see the most glorious sight. "Oh my gosh Austin. I love it!" I scream jumping up and down taking in the giant Christmas tree before me. It's the biggest tree I have ever seen, littered with silver and gold bulbs, ornaments and white blinking lights. There are at least one hundred presents under the enormous thing and beside them is the best gift I have ever received. "Mommy, mommy, you see it?" Mason says jumping up and down, pointing up as if I hadn't noticed the fifteen foot tree in front of me.

“Remember in seventh grade when I asked you out, and you told me ‘not even if you were the last boy in Mississippi’?” She groaned, hiding her face. “Let it go.” “Never. That was my villain origin story.” “You’re insufferable.” “You love it.” She smiled up at him. “Yeah. I really do.” Christmas Eve was loud and messy and perfect. Harper’s house was packed with extended family—her cousins screaming over board games, someone burning the dinner rolls, off-key caroling and someone’s aunt insisting everyone wear reindeer ears for a group photo. Jaxon fit in like he always had. He helped Harper’s dad in the

Eliza stands, and holds up her glass of apple juice, “We need to say a big ‘Thank You’ to Merlin, for hosting us, and for decorating everything, it looks amazing. And another ‘thank you’ to ‘Father Christmas’ for all our stockings, I loved my presents, and I think everyone else did too.” Merlin grins and bows his head politely, and everyone else holds up a glass too, “Here’s to Merlin, Father Christmas, and Carlos for feeding us. Can’t forget that.” Carlos chuckles and inclines his three heads too. “Merry Christmas.”

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

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I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

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.

Then, I’ll crush all the humans. Ellie the Elephant: [Let me stomp on them too, Dad!] Chuck the Seal: [Christmas means lots of humans! If we riot at that time, we can kill so many of them!] Kingsley the Monkey: [Hose Guy deserves to die. The new girl probably sucks, too. I’ll throw a rock at her head to see how she likes it!] I blinked in shock and instinctively looked around. Suddenly, with a whoosh, a rock the size of an egg flew past my ear, missing by inches. My knees almost gave out.