Rolie Polie Christmas Novelas e Histórias

She asked, knowing fully well that the shop owners wouldn't have stopped playing carols and that some decorations would still be up, some bells would still be jingling. "Well, Nate and I have put down our Christmas tree, but Will absolutely loved it, he was fascinated about the shiny like lights and the sparkling ornaments, he would sit and look at it forever." Rhea laughed at how alike her son and Rory's son were, she smiled as she remembered how much Theo had loved the Christmas tree.

Stepping forward, Rosalie greeted the children first, both of them gasping at the sight of her. Rosalie wore a gorgeous maroon lace off-shoulder dress which was longer from the back than the front, paired with a golden necklace around her neck and her hair tied into a simple ponytail. Her hairs clicked against the marble as she greeted the others, noticing Arcangelo's gaze following her until she came up to the two. "Merry Christmas, Vincent." Rosalie smiled with maroon lips as Vincent grinned in response. "Merry Christmas!"

Sometimes he didn’t come home for days. Only when Christmas arrived three weeks later, so did Rolf. He looked exhausted, and immediately went to the bathroom to wash off; ignoring the white Christmas tree sprung up in the living room, protecting the multitudes of colourful presents underneath. The tree ornaments even had our names written into baubles that joined the rest of the family's. Stripes was up there too, but he had no gifts. At least there was some sort of memory of him here that wasn't locked away in a cupboard downstairs.

The birds chirped away on the huge oak trees that provided cool shades to everyone, the pools were clean, big, and inviting. We made our way inside and Grandma Rose was seated on a queen-like chair, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her makeup and dress made her look intimidating, the interior decoration of her sitting room was nothing like the taste of an elderly woman. “Aria," she called, rising from her seat with a bright smile. I hurriedly walked past Damon and into her open arms. “Good afternoon, grandma Rose." “You look so much beautiful just like last night," she commended.

OLIVIA The delightful fragrance of freshly baked cookies intertwined with the sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls filled our cozy apartment. Christmas lights cast a warm and festive glow, creating a magical dance of light on the walls. In the heart of our living room, proudly stood a beautifully adorned Christmas tree, a joint effort of Izzy and me. According to Izzy, "What's Christmas without a tree?"

In the end, I couldn't bear to let Noelle spend the last Christmas Eve of her life filled with regret. I searched through every office on the entire floor and finally found a female doctor about the same height as Ivana. I begged her to pretend to be Ivana. An hour later, the doctor appeared beside Noelle's bed, wearing a Santarina costume borrowed from somewhere on the street. She was holding Noelle's favorite doll. Noelle cried tears of happiness. "I knew Mommy wouldn't abandon me." I covered my mouth and pulled Noelle tightly into my arms. A nurse took a picture of our final moment together. In the end, Noelle died on that snowy Christmas Eve.

Lupita repeated. “Is it because it’s the rainy season, typhoon season even? I heard that over the radio last week.” “It’s not only that, Polly! It’s even better than that?” “Better?” “Yes!” “How?” “Don’t tell me you don’t know!” “I don’t, okay?” “Well, Christmas is coming!” “Christmas?” Polly tilting his head again. “You mean you don’t know what Christmas is?… How old are you?” “Well, just a few months.”

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

She was more concerned about sitting Drake down, close to fire and telling him the truth about her life. "You like Christmas?" A little girl, sitting close to her asked, immediately backing up her statement with another question before Rori could provide an answer. "I prefer Halloween to Christmas if you ask me." "And why is that?" Rori tried to appear nice. "Christmas is always the usual costume. Santa on white beards, black huge belt, red coat and a red hat. Halloween is the real deal. You get to see the pumpkin head, the resurrection of Frankenstein and the dolls coming back to life. You even get to see witches flying on top of a broom while being chased by werewolves."

Isabella Roosevelt I stood in the corner of the room, taking in the scene before me. I was at the Christmas party, and Lucas’s younger brother, Cole, had decided to go all out this year. Dressed as Santa, complete with a red suit, white beard, and a jolly laugh that could fool anyone, Cole looked every bit the part. The room was filled with children, their excited chatter filling the air as they waited for presents and candy. But it was Lucas, not Cole, who had all my attention.