My Little Pony Christmas Novels & Stories

How had they hidden all of this from me? “Go get changed,” Leo said. “Look, we have snacks.” Adonis and Jay approached me. “You’re not the only one who can do Christmas,” Adonis said, folding me into his arms for a big hug. “Merry Christmas, Willow.” Overcome with emotion, my eyes became wet with tears. This was just as I’d imagined it. It was picture perfect. Every single detail. “We have more Santa presents upstairs,” Logan whispered, also giving me a hug.

She laughed as they placed the latest load around the tree. “Not all of it’s from me. Quite a bit is from my parents and Santa.” He countered. “We usually go to the Shack for Christmas dinner.” “That sounds awesome. Do I need to cook anything?” Pagan laughed as she arranged a few boxes. “No, Nessie would be insulted.” “The carnival and stuff is gone, right?” she asked quietly and he heard the fear in her voice. “Yes, Santa’s Wonderland is officially shut down. Some of the booths and tents are still up, but we won’t be going over there.” He sat on the floor next to where she was kneeling. “Is that going to be okay?”

After lunch we took some rest before starting the decorations. Mum wanted to join, but I told her she should supervise instead. I and Carlson turned our grey and boring home into a castle glittering with colorful light. It's a Christmas theme, and I'm glad I did this with him.The last was the Christmas tree, which we did hot in our pajamas and snapped as much as we could. I also got Mum pyjamas too, and she joined us in taking pictures too. We are supposed to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve, but Carlson gave me the most beautiful gift ever.

My heart thudded. “Five!” I looked around. At my friends. At my father. At this house that no longer felt intimidating. Just full. “Four!” Alaric’s hand tightened slightly. “Three!” His breath brushed against my temple. “Two!” I smiled without even meaning to. “One!” “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” The room exploded into noise. Laughter. Cheers. Someone popped something that sounded suspiciously like a champagne cork. Malik tackled Alex onto the rug. Zendaya screamed happily.

“I slept with Remy, Nadya. I'm coming back today. I can't deal with this anymore. I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do. Please help. I can't do this anymore.” I hit send and threw my head back against the car seat, a tear rolling down my cheek. Christmas was ruined. And it was only morning.

said the small girl, coming up to him shyly. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” Santa told her, handing her something from the bag. It was a big, fluffy unicorn. Molly loved unicorns. She shrieked with delight. These were not the toys Mark and Holly had bought for the kids. And that was not her father in the Santa costume. Who was this impostor Santa? Holly frowned, making her way slowly toward him. She didn’t want to startle the kids. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene and ruin the image of Santa for them.

A tiny blonde tornado launched itself at her legs. “Are you Lauren? You’re Lauren!” Sophie beamed up at her with sparkling blue eyes, missing one of her front teeth. “Mom says you’re staying with me for Christmas. You don’t like Christmas, do you? That’s okay. I like Christmas enough for both of us! Wanna see my decorations?” “Uh…” Lauren stared, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of words coming from such a small person. “Sure?” Margaret appeared in the doorway, her arms spread wide. “Lauren, you’re a lifesaver!”

He chuckles, “And I helped Charlie earlier, with the stockings.” She nods, “And once you’ve all gone to bed, Merlin Christmas, a unique variation on Father Christmas, will decorate the house and make everything ready for a wonderful Christmas in the woods, with a snowman war about to erupt on the front steps.” She chuckles,

He backed me against the counter, hands sliding under the flannel to find skin, and kissed me slow and deep. “Best Christmas yet?” he murmured. I looked out at our loud, ridiculous, perfect family (at our son snoring in a pile of ribbon wearing a cowboy hat two sizes too big) and felt my heart try to climb out of my chest. “Yeah,” I whispered. “Best one yet.” He grinned against my lips. “Good. Because next year he’ll be tearing around on a pony.” I bit his bottom lip. “And maybe chasing a little brother or sister.”

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.