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she asked. "On your head," Catherine said from the kitchen. Doris reached up. Touched her glasses. "Oh." She walked to the kitchen. Catherine handed her coffee. "You are getting old," Catherine said. "We are all getting old." "Some of us faster than others." Doris laughed. It was a good sound. Anna arrived a week before Christmas. She brought gifts. More books. A scarf she had knitted. It was less crooked than the last one. "You are improving," I said.

I felt him press a quick kiss to my shoulder, then shift to sit up. “Come in,” he called, voice still rough with sleep. Nora entered quietly, closing the door behind her. She looked like she hadn’t slept at all—pale, eyes shadowed, clutching a small leather-bound book against her chest like it might shatter if she held it too loosely. Her mother’s grimoire. She stopped at the foot of the bed, gaze flicking between us. “I… didn’t want to wake you,” she said, “but this couldn’t wait.”

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.

Celine and Liam adorned the living room with handmade paper ribbons, creating a winter wonderland environment. Mr Robert, with his heart warmed by the love and happiness that filled his home, joined in the preparations with enthusiasm. He helped hang ornaments on the tree, strung lights outside the house, and even tried his hand at baking Christmas cookies with the girls. It was a sight that brought a smile to everyone's face, witnessing Mr Robert's playful and joyful side. On Christmas Eve, as the sun began to set, the Oliver family gathered around the beautifully decorated tree. The room glowed with the warm and inviting light, casting a glow that seemed to capture the essence of the holid

Maya's Pov I woke up to someone jumping on my bed. Again. "Merry Christmas! Get up, get up, get up!" Sophie was worse than a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She wore pajamas with reindeer on them and a Santa hat that kept sliding off her head. "What time is it?" I groaned. "Seven. Come on, we open presents at seven thirty. Family tradition. No exceptions." She bounced out of my room, leaving me alone with my messy hair and complete lack of holiday cheer at this ungodly hour.

The sedate matron became greatly confused, and pushed back somewhat from the jovial knight; the younger women dropped their eyes, divining easily that the pranks of which Sir Zastar was talking must be something opposed to their native modesty, especially since the soldiers burst into loud laughter. “It will be needful to send to Sir Rushet at once,” said Basira, “so that Sir Pyotrovich may find the letters ready in Rashroff.” “Hasten with the whole affair,” added Sir Bogush, “while it is winter: for, first, no wergils come out, and roads are safe; secondly, in the spring God knows what may happen.”

In the back of her mind, she heard a nagging voice questioning whether or not he really wanted to talk to her at all and if he had only said he’d meet her at the tree farm to quiet his excited child. Christmas decorations were everywhere now. Garlands and large, velvety red bows hung from the lampposts, and every shop had a wreath on the door, their display windows covered in red and green. Each evening when the sun began to go down, the entire downtown area would blaze to life with the sparkle of thousands of twinkling, white lights decorating every building, every post, and every tree. Charles Town was absolutely beautiful at Christmas, and even though she longed for the days when she’d wa

Maybe if she waited until Wednesday, a few more sales would come through and she could mail them all at the same time. The door chimed and a local couple she knew from church came in. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Howard. How are you?” Memory went about helping Mrs. Howard find a gift for her niece, trying not to let her father’s news about the new B and B keep her from enjoying the holiday spirit. Christmas really was the most wonderful time of the year, even if this one felt a little off without Grandma Helen. She put a smile on her face and got to work, glad to stay busy to keep her mind off of what she’d lost.

After a bit or rustle and bustle inside of her house , she comes outside with a box and a magazine . " Some cookies . Tomorrow is ya birthday innit ? " Nova hesitated for a moment and then smiled faintly . Muttering a thanks , she gladly takes it from her hand . She had considered denying it as it wasn't something they needed particularly , then she remembered how happy Nora would look to receive cookies as a present as opposed to the plain bread with soup they usually have .

Noelle’s POV My name is Noelle Harper, a twenty-seven year old, freshly out of a relationship, and currently the only resident of the sprawling Aspen lodge my friends rented for Christmas week. Everyone else bailed last minute with one reason or the other…flu, breakups, “family emergencies”. So it’s just me, ten bedrooms, a ridiculous amount of champagne, and a Christmas tree that cost more than my rent. I was three glasses deep, curled up on the leather sectional in nothing but an oversized red cashmere sweater and thigh-high socks, when the group chat lit up.