Nicktoons Christmas Novels & Stories

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.

Donny wandered back down into the basement a few minutes after his father. While the Doc wasn’t much of a conversationalist, his son certainly was. Donny talked enough for the both of them. And he’d come bearing gifts too, more pie, and his laptop to stream something to watch. Around his neck he wore a lighted necklace shaped like Christmas tree lights and reindeer antlers on his head. “I just thought you could use some company down here. I’m sure you’re missing spending the holiday with your family. So, I thought maybe I’d bring a bit of Christmas down to you,” he grinned, “pick your poison Egg Nog or apple cider?”

“Wait for me here, I’ll just see who’s outside.” “Okay!” I stood up and marched towards our door. “Merry Christmas!!! Am I late already?” “Christine?” Chrisine smiled and went in to hug me. “Merry Christmas, Angela.” “Christine!!!!!” my siblings came towards her and hugged her tight. “Hey kids, I have some gifts for you!” she said. “Really? Yey!!!” “But you can’t open them yet, okay? Not until the clock strikes twelve.” The two kids then agreed with her.

Nicola Taylor It was the 24th of December, and the house was filled with glee and noise as we gathered for a small Christmas party with just close friends and their kids. The holiday lights twinkled softly, and the smell of gingerbread cookies drifted through the air. Lucas and I were in the bedroom, helping Cole get into his Santa costume, sharing a moment of laughter at his misery. “I can’t believe you actually got him to do this. This is amazing,” Lucas said, grinning ear to ear as he recorded the whole thing on his phone, zooming in on Cole’s unamused expression.

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

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

he asked, almost as though he couldn't believe that I'd actually agree to it. “Yes, baby, he'll come. I'll make sure of it,” I promised, and he grinned, fist bumping the air excitedly like he'd just won a hard-earned victory. I rolled my eyes playfully at his antics. “But first, won't you need your strength for when Santa comes?” I asked with a raised brow, and I watched his eyes widen in realization before he sighed, slowly nodding his head, and I grinned, feeling proud that I'd at least gotten him to eat something.

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

"Yeah, you loved the animals, but you hated the countryside. I mean, sure, we could come visit the countryside during the year when your father isn't back there. We can make some sort of arrangement, but Christmas? Christmas is our thing..." "Yeah... yeah it is," I cleared my throat dramatically. "But it's really beautiful this time of the year, Mom. It won't be the same all year round." Colton reached for the zipper at the back of my dress, his eyes locked on mine. He pulled it down, the fabric falling to my waist to reveal I wasn't wearing a bra, either. He groaned softly, cupping my breasts and kneading the heavy weight of them before dipping his head to take a taut pink nipple into his m

Underneath: wrapped gifts, one big box for Nkem, small ones for everyone else. Adanna and Kelechi had flown in three days ago—first family Christmas in Toronto. Nkem, now eleven, ran around in socks, eyes wide at the snow. “Uncle Chino! It dey fall like magic!” Chino laughed, pulled her into a hug. “Na magic. But cold magic. Come, wear your coat.” Mama and Papa joined on video—tablet propped on the table, Onitsha living room behind them, Christmas carols playing low. Mama’s face filled the screen, smile wide. “Chino! Liam! Nkem! Merry Christmas, my people!”