Plight Before Christmas Novels & Stories

"He just likes to tease." "Well, you both be careful driving home." Jocelyn opened the door for them and cold air rushed in, chilling Jocelyn to the bone. She almost went back for her coat, but knew she would only be out for a moment. Jocelyn never tired of the landscape. A blanket of crisp, white snow glistened in the sunlight. In the center of town was the square, where the gazebo set, decorated with colorful Christmas lights, along with the rest of the town. It was only three weeks until Christmas, the busiest time of year for Christmas Cove. At night, it would become a Christmas wonderland, complete with Santa Claus in the gazebo, listening to the wishes of children.

I let out a soft laugh, "Psh, so? It's good to have that Christmas feeling because it's Christmas!" "No, it's not." He smiled at how childish I was acting. "December 25th is Christmas. Today is December the 5th. I don't get why everybody goes all out way before the big day." "Yeah, I get that it's the 25th but Christmas isn't just a day, it's a season!" I said in a soothing voice, smiling as I did. "Christmas is December. Back home, we don't put down our Christmas tree until New Years Eve."

"And Christmas is coming up fast. But remember, wishes don't always come true exactly as we think they will. Sometimes they happen in ways we don't expect." Malaya nodded thoughtfully, then closed her eyes as Laila clasped her hands gently. "Ready to pray?" "Mhm." "Dear Lord," Malaya whispered solemnly, "please bless Mommy and my grandparents and family. Please let me get all the toys on my Christmas list… and please let me get my Christmas wish. Amen." Laila chuckled softly. "Care to tell me what your Christmas wish is, nugget?" Malaya's shoulders curled inward. "I… I don't want you to be mad at me."

Blair's POV Never in a million years did I think I would spend my Christmas Eve and my Christmas taking care of someone. I couldn't spend my Christmas with everyone, but today was Boxing Day. Everyone was downstairs opening their gifts, while I on the other hand was praying for Ace to open his eyes. I threw away the water I used in cleaning his body and when I got back to the room, I saw Ace was struggling to open his eyes. I hurriedly ran downstairs and called Noah to my room.

At such a young age I've been wandering around hoping to survive and they don't know all that and probably if they knew they wouldn't care a shit about it. Regaining my dignity I hid my face in my palms to warm up my cheeks with my breath . Shit, it just has to be the coldest of the year too. All I wanted was a lift, just a goddamn lift just to keep my head under this frigid weather but it was so stupid of me to think he'd show any sort of mercy or just a lil bit of kindness. It doesn't matter if a red and green light illuminates the colony or if Santa Claus with his reindeer flies through the billboard above. It's Christmas time in Hawthorne and the only people who care are the ones so rich

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

It's Christmas day and my little family has a bright future. The End.

“Crystal ma’am! Hey Joey, get this car an oil change, pronto!” I can pay for this but I hardly can scrounge enough of my pay for me and my kid’s Christmas dinner. Borrowing money is out of the question, even asking my worthless ex-husband won’t do. Oh well, I’ll cross the bridge when we get there. After all, it will be December first tomorrow and that leaves twenty-four days to figure out a solution and hope for a miracle. Maybe even pray for a Christmas miracle for me and my babies…

The lights that lit up Chartres Street reminded me of the Christmas before we finally left here. ****************************************** On Christmas Eve, Isa and I went outside in search of a Christmas tree. I remember it having to be below freezing because there was a layer of frost on the sidewalk and grass. After about an hour of searching, we found ourselves a small shrubbery bush. I had only decided to get a tree because both Smitty and Mama were out somewhere getting high and there was nothing in our home that brought any Christmas spirit. The kids at Isa’s school had been bragging about all the presents they already had under the tree and how their homes were lit up with Christmas