Pfp Christmas Novels & Stories

Holly admitted. "You're named after a plant common at Christmas, and yet I sense no Christmas spirit." Santa huffed. "I was named after god." she corrected. "Ah, Holy?" he asked. The blonde just nodded. "But you share a name, doesn't that mean something?" he asked. Holly heaved a sigh. "I decorated my home with my sister and friends," she began. "I helped build a snowman, made lots of sweets, and I'm making everyone Christmas jumpers." Holly turned to him, greeny-brown eyes bright with newfound vigor.

Now, on Christmas Eve, he was alone in the cold, surrounded by strangers who were celebrating with their families. He wanted that too. A family. To call his own. As he stood there, shivering in the cold, Andrew made a wish. He wished for a family, one that would love him and accept him for who he was. And then, something strange happened. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and a warm light began to glow around him. Suddenly, he found himself in a different place, a place where Christmas was in full swing. There were carolers singing in the streets, and people were laughing and smiling as they carried packages home.

Chapter 80: Christmas Proposal Kathleen’s P.O.V Christmas had been a lonely time for me these past few years. I had usually spent the holidays working or at the hospital, during my mother’s treatment. But this year, everything changed when I met Arthur and his little girl, Hayley. Today, Hayley turned to me with a big smile as we all gathered around the Christmas tree after dinner to exchange gifts. "Miss Kat, remember when I asked Santa for a mommy this Christmas?"

~ New York City, 2002~ It was Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year! New York City's streets were decked out with stunning lights and plants. Stephanie stood in front of the Rockefeller Center plaza, marveling at the gorgeous Christmas tree. Thousands of light bulbs were used to ornament the tree, which was capped with a new Swarovski star. Stephanie's wavy black hair flowed loosely on her shoulders as she gazed up and stared at the star with a big smile on her face.

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His lips met hers, and Pooch yipped in glee as all three of them got their Christmas wish--to be together for Christmas.

“Remember in seventh grade when I asked you out, and you told me ‘not even if you were the last boy in Mississippi’?” She groaned, hiding her face. “Let it go.” “Never. That was my villain origin story.” “You’re insufferable.” “You love it.” She smiled up at him. “Yeah. I really do.” Christmas Eve was loud and messy and perfect. Harper’s house was packed with extended family—her cousins screaming over board games, someone burning the dinner rolls, off-key caroling and someone’s aunt insisting everyone wear reindeer ears for a group photo. Jaxon fit in like he always had. He helped Harper’s dad in the

IT was the first day after the Christmas holiday and the new year,and I felt like I finally have everything I never wished for, not actually certain about that,I mean after the last session which went a high of a wrecking ball especially the prom,"parties are totally zero fun for me " Yeah I know what you thinking You thinking right tho, am the type that will be labeled a nerd"but basically not a complete one but the fact that Christmas was now done and dusted brings a grin to my face.