Norman Rockwell's Christmas Book Novels & Stories

Marcus said with a smile for Norm. Norm handed out the rest of the gifts. They were mostly for him, and Marcus any way as Lexi, Colby, and I would be exchanging gifts at home on Christmas. From Marcus I got a leather bound, purple dyed journal, and a new pen to go with it. I was excited to use it, as I had used almost half of my current journal already. Colby got ankle weights from Norm, that he had been saying he needed. From Norm, Lexi got a red cashmere sweater we had seen her eyeing not too long ago.

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

So we needed to know more than we currently do about each other. Once we were both finished I leaned forward, my elbows on the table. "I know its only 9 o'clock but should we go get ready for the errands we need to run?" "There's more than one errand?" "Yep!" I beamed. I was going to show Knox all that Rutland has to offer. It may be cold, and maybe snowing, but Rutland at Christmas time was the best. Every store and building decorated to the nines. Plus we had a few days before Christmas to do some stuff.

Wonderful Christmas memories of his aunt flooded into his mind. All the good memories. All the happy times. The joy of Christmas. “Molly, it’s perfect,” he whispered. “I don’t know how you did this, but it's amazing.” “Christmas magic,” Molly replied. She shrugged, grinning back at Nicholas. “And a little help from Hannah’s recipe for Buche de Noel, too. She didn’t help me at all, by the way. She was supposed to come check on me while I was baking, but I think she got caught up with something at her apartment.”

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

“Good. Because I don’t want you to ever forget.” Rose lets out a choked laugh, pulling Harlow into a hug, holding her tightly for a long moment. “I won’t, sweetheart,” she whispers. “Not ever.” I glance at Rook, who’s watching them with a small smile. Then he looks at me, and we both know, this Christmas, more than any other, isn’t about the gifts under the tree. It’s about the people sitting around it. The people who are present right now. It's also the first one where I don't have my nose in my phone.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

I said and without missing a beat, he slowly leaned in and took my lips in his in a passionate kiss. “I love you Iyawo mi” he whispered as we disengaged. “I love you my husband” **** 25th December “We spell Christmas and light up the tree” The Master of ceremonies said from the center of the carnival beside the huge Christmas tree and the crowd broke out in soft murmurs “Christmas is too long jhoor!” “Christmas ke” the women murmured. The Mc chuckled and waved his hands in order to get decorum again. “Alright alright!” “How about we spell Jesus? He’s the reason for the season innit?!” He asked looking around at the women’s face for approval.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.