Rolie Polie Christmas Novels & Stories

The weeks passed too fast. One of the brightest signs of the holiday season has come to light, the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. Riley was occupied with the preparations she still had to send the invitations because there were only 10 days before Christmas and she wanted to know who would attend her party. She looked at the invitations and saw her father and stepmother's names. She thought "Should I invite her?" Leo came from behind her and said: - A penny for your thoughts. he said and smiled with a gentle look on his face

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

Molly This was going to be the best Christmas ever. Molly grinned as she pulled out her master key for the shop, slid it into the lock, and opened the door. The scents of pine and cinnamon filled her nose as the Christmas spirit washed over her. It was time to open up the shop for the day. Every day since Thanksgiving seemed to get better when she was in the store. Christmas Wishes was the best Christmas store in town and possibly in the entire United States. Molly would even guess it ranked in the top five best Christmas stores in the world. The only one that could possibly beat them might be a Christmas store in Alaska that was actually near the North Pole.

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm

It wasn’t as chilly as it had been earlier in the week when the wind was really blowing, but she was thankful to have her hat, gloves, and scarf with her in case it got chillier as the evening wore on. She passed lots of smiling shoppers and excited children pointing at different Christmas decorations that hung from light poles and store fronts. With school out for the holidays, the magic in the air seemed palpable as children realized Christmas really was only about a week away. She overheard one little girl explaining to her mother how she couldn’t wait for Christmas morning so she could finally play with the new doll she’d been writing Santa about for weeks, and by the look on her mother’

Jordan teased, placing the order and pretending not to notice how familiar her choice felt. Once everything was set, he dimmed the lights and turned on Elf. Malaya squealed happily as Buddy the Elf appeared on screen, immediately scooting closer into the blankets. Laila settled beside her, tucking a blanket around Malaya’s shoulders, and Jordan sat across from them, close enough to feel included without crowding the moment. One movie turned into another—A Year Without a Santa Claus, then Noelle. By the time Frozen came on, Malaya insisted it was required viewing "because it’s Christmas and it has snow." Jordan found himself humming along, smiling when Malaya belted out the lyrics with total

"Good morning, Sir. Welcome to Lorie's Laundry Shop." "Good morning too, Lorie," he greeted and place his laundry basket in the long chair. "That wasn't my name, Sir. My name is Christmas. Lorie is my aunt's name." He looks at me seriously straight to my eyes seems it was wrong that I corrected him. "Okay, Christmas." He gave me a little smile and I did the same thing but he didn't saw it because his eyes darted on the cellphone he is holding.

“Everyone, gather around! It’s time for our traditional Christmas game before we dig into the goodies!” The room buzzed with anticipation as family members began to shuffle toward the living area. Elijah and I followed, and Reese hurried ahead, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. The game was a cherished family tradition—a holiday version of charades. Each person would draw a festive holiday-themed prompt from a hat and act it out, while the others guessed what it was.

After telling a very upset Jill that she could no longer go along with us on our search for dresses, which Preston was all too happy to take credit for, Charlene, Landon, and I headed out. Landon was obviously fuming, irritated beyond belief that we had chosen to leave Jill at home when he was willing to go back to the casino so she could go. I knew it bothered him, but he was a bridesman. He had to have a suit that matched Storm’s and Charlene’s dresses. We could easily take Jill shopping for her flower girl’s dress later on. We all knew that she was too old to be a flower girl, but Alex was too young to come down the aisle by herself, and Jill had agreed to carry her down so she could be a

"I just realized I haven't bought them a puppy yet. Sorry about that, but, got so depressed at what happened when we last met…" "It's ok. There's still tomorrow…" "But it won't be Christmas then. I still have half an hour until midnight. And I think I know just the thing." In just a few moments, the twins were squealing excitedly and laughing delightedly at the gigantic black "puppy" that was willing to play, romp and give them piggyback rides. Finally, all the twins' wishes for Christmas were now complete. Merry Christmas, dear reader… See you this New Year!