Pfp Christmas Novels & Stories

I evenly saw a picture of me with him where we both wearing a wedding clothes. “Christmas.” He took a step forward. “Look at me, you need to calm down.” I look at him, breathing rapidly. “What is this all about? W-why we had a picture together?” I asked and looked back where the picture is. “This is all of you. This is we are belong and I am your husband, Christmas!” he confessed out that didn't take anymore of myself. Eight years later... [Carlos]

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

And my personal favorite, the pièce de résistance - a piping hot pizza with a generous topping of pepperoni, just the way I like it. Pizza may not be a regular Christmas dish but I believe it should. I mean who doesn’t like pizza? After our meal, we all made our way to the living room, where the most magnificent Christmas tree stood proudly, adorned with twinkling lights and colorful ornaments. It was truly a sight to behold! The room was filled with excitement as we gathered around the tree, nestled on the cozy rug. The anticipation grew as we eagerly reached for the beautifully wrapped presents, ready to uncover the surprises inside. I normally don’t get Christmas presents so I am excited

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.

Kip It’s Friday the twenty-third of December, and the last day we’re officially open at Kingpinz for several weeks. The girls in the office have put up a Christmas tree a few weeks ago, and they’ve decorated their desks with tinsel and other festive ornaments. The guys haven’t bothered, as usual, and mostly complain about all the fuss while secretly enjoying the atmosphere. All morning the secretaries have been organizing our Christmas party. There’s going to be a Secret Santa, and the caterers we’ve hired are just finishing setting up the food and drink in the boardroom.

“What now?” She stopped beside me, breathless and beaming, cheeks pink from the cold. “Okay, so, finals are done! You passed everything, by the way, barely in accounting, but still a win! And…” She held up the papers like they were sacred scrolls. “I have our official Christmas list for the condo.” I blinked. “Christmas list?” “Yep.” She spread the pages open dramatically. “Decorations, lights, wreaths, gifts, cookie ingredients, and… most importantly, our holiday playlist.”

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

Definitely not desiring my chaos. Perfect timing. “I have a presentation,” I announced, pulling out my carefully prepared folder. Christian looked up warily. “Presentation?” “About Christmas celebrations and their positive impact on pack morale during difficult winter months.” I opened my folder, revealing hand-drawn sketches and bullet-pointed arguments. Marcus tried to hide his grin. I launched into my pitch—community bonding, creating new traditions, giving everyone something positive to focus on. I'd even included statistics about seasonal depression and the benefits of social activities.

~Mia’s POV~ I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. Standing in the middle of Westfield Mall dressed as a sexy elf—short green velvet dress, candy-cane striped stockings, little bell-tipped hat. This was not exactly how I’d pictured my first holiday break from college. But rent was due, my campus job had dried up, and the “Holiday Helper” gig paid stupidly well for smiling and posing with kids on Santa’s lap.

It was a Christmas of firsts for both Felix and Cassie. For Felix, this was the first time that his house had ever been decorated for Christmas. In the past, he had put up a plastic miniature tree if he remembered and while Hazel had still been alive, she had put up a menorah for the December festivities. Now, the decorations started right from the gates to the mansion, with the pathway leading to the house lined with colorful reindeer figurines, giant candy canes and plastic snowmen. The house was decked in strings of flashing Christmas lights that Felix was certain would be visible from space.