Ninjago Christmas Novels & Stories

They froze. Snow fell around them. Her hair brushed his jaw. His hands were on her waist. “You’re heavy,” he said. “You’re lying,” she shot back. For a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. Then— “DAAAADDYYYY!” Noelle slid into them like a missile. Sebastian groaned. Nyra burst out laughing. “This,” Nyra said between laughs, “is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.” Sebastian stood, brushing snow off. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

Junior discovered from the book that the alternative name for smart fighting in the other world was NiNJA. After Junior had been with the old man for some time, the old man noticed that Junior was uninterested in food. He does not use alcohol, meat, or eat fish. Junior had been in the forest for three months and had surveyed the bush to see what things were in the forest. Junior's special passion was sex, therefore he began searching the forest for any opposite sex.

Toronto, Canada – December 25, 2034, 9:14 a.m. Snow fell light outside the big window—big, fat flakes catching on the balcony railing. Inside, the apartment smelled like cinnamon from Liam’s attempt at Nigerian Christmas cake (too much nutmeg, but Chino ate two slices anyway). The tree was small, fake, decorated with lights Adanna sent last year and ornaments Liam bought at a winter market. Underneath: wrapped gifts, one big box for Nkem, small ones for everyone else.

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.

And soon enough, my favourite line comes. "Don't worry, Hinako. I will be with you until you can ride your own wave." I mutter along with Minato. We reach the climax, and the scene comes where Hinako is standing in front of the building. The announcer announces the Christmas message Minato wrote for Hinako a year ago when they visited for the first time before he died. "Merry christmas Hinako. Let's spend all of the coming Christmas together always, always, ALWAYS AND FOREVERMORE!" I glance at Reed and, I see a single tear escape his eye. He turns to me.

“Who’s Santa, Biz-Nono?” The table erupted in laughter, Jace nearly choking on his drink. Kat’s mother reached over, brushing Koda’s hair back. “He’s the man who brings presents at Christmas, sweetheart. You’ll see.” Koda’s eyes widened, the idea settling in like magic. “Presents?” he whispered, almost reverent. Then louder, with certainty: “I want to meet him.” Kat laughed, pulling him into her lap. “Don’t worry, Koda. You will. Christmas is coming.”

It didn't matter to us, it was entertaining to watch when either Starliss or Neo took up the arguments. "Simple, Christmas is the period to dress up in the scariest of costumes in honor of Santa's wife, Draculaura, scare the souls out of humans, and then gather together for trick or treat. No treats, then you devour their souls," Odette said with a proud grin. Neo and I snickered as he took from my bag of banana chips. I didn't buy it for myself. It was kind of a habit to buy the chips and have Neo and Odette eat from them with either of their arms over my shoulders.

But reality was never so simple. Desperate to shift his focus, I gently tilted his chin. "Hey, since it's the weekend, how about we go shopping today?" Jace blinked up at me. "Really?" I nodded, tapping his nose lightly. "And you can pick out any Lego set you want. Even the big ones." A grin spread across his face instantly, lighting up his features. "Yay! I want the Ninjago one! And the car garage too!" Laughing softly, I lifted him off my lap. "Then let's get ready for breakfast. Come on, champ."

He curtly replied like how he always speak. "Wonderful! You know, tonight I have a very special guest, that famous importer of smuggled woman in India is here to collect some blondies, do you know Mr. Raji?" Mr. Christmas wiggled an eyebrow while crunching his nose as if he's smelling something awful.