Sad Quotes Christmas Novels & Stories

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.”

“You’re late. Joel and Zak got all the Christmas stuff out for you the day after Halloween. It’s sitting there, untouched.” His words hang in the air, but I don’t respond. How can I? It’s true. The box of decorations sits in the corner like a cruel reminder of the happiness I used to feel. But that joy has been snuffed out, buried under the weight of everything I’ve lost. I can’t find the energy to celebrate anything anymore. Not Christmas. Not life.

Then another. “Goddamnit!” I snapped, throwing the remote on the floor and curling up into the blanket. “I’m not gonna cry. I’m a big girl now, and big girls don’t cry. I’m not gonna cry, dammit!” But despite my strong words, I felt my eyes water, and a single, traitorous tear slipped down my cheek, making my lips quiver harder. Today is the worst day of my life! Correction: the worst Christmas Eve of my life, and I was pretty sure that the rest of my holidays would be exactly the same.

“Daphne, it’s a week to Christmas, and you’ve barely called your stepmother or me. Is this how you want us to end the year? Without speaking? You know that brings bad luck into the new year, right?” I scoff. I don’t believe in that shit, just as I don’t believe in whatever celebrations the whole of New York is obsessed over. The decorations, the traditions, the superstitions…I believe in none of it, and my dad knows that. I also don’t have the best relationship with him, but we try. Moaning comes through the TV, and I roll my eyes, walking further into the house. Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas.

Dear Santa, I know you’re not expecting a twenty-three year old who writes smut online whenever she’s horny to write to you about her Christmas present, but here I am, sad and floaty. My boyfriend just dumped me. Scratch that. Ex-boyfriend. You’re not gonna believe his reason. It’s because I’m fat, Santa. I’m not really fat, I’m just… not skinny. Gosh, why do people bother so much about weight? Fat people are literally the cutest. I mean, take a look at us!

Standing up and straightening out her robe, she says, "My fun Christmas is sitting on my bed with a huge cup of hot chocolate, watching so many N*****x series, and cuddling with one of my mom's huge knitted sweaters. Some might think of it as a sad and lonely way of spending Christmas. Some might even call me a Grinch, but that wouldn't be fair because I don't ruin anyone's Christmas. But that's just the way I like it. Those days when Christmas was so lively for me, they're gone. Now I just see it as another ordinary day passing by. " "You're aware," Kendrick agrees, "I could say the same thing too, especially when there's not much family to spend it with."

Then the countdown to Christmas began around us. “Ten!” He leaned down and whispered, “Aurora.” I looked up at him, my heart pounding wildly and my breath catching. “Nine!” “You’re stronger than you think, and as we are about to celebrate Christmas, I want you to be happy.” “Eight!” My heart squeezed painfully at his words, and I felt tears well up in my eyes. “Seven!” “And you deserve the best things this new Christmas.” “Six!” The tears streamed down my face. “Five!”

"Pfft... Magic of Christmas, huh?" Frustrated, I couldn't help but call him out. "Alright, Scrooge Mc-Barrington!" I exclaimed, fed up with his attitude. "Tell me, why don't you love Christmas like normal people?" A shadow crossed his face, and in that moment, I realized with mortification that his aversion to Christmas had something to do with his mother's death. I could only imagine how difficult it must have been for both him and his dad. Reaching out to him, I apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry, my love. That was thoughtless of me."

So, to answer your question I miss the way he was making me feel. - - You mean loved, important. - - Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Now come help me with this tree. I can wait to see it done. I bought a Christmas tree just to beautify my house. And because of the holiday itself and what it meant, because there was no way in Heaven I will celebrate with my family. I don’t have one. I promised myself that sadness and sorrow would be gone this winter. Sometimes is so hard to believe Pamela is no more but at the same time, I agree with the thought that God just needed angels for Him.

I watched the snowflakes drift down from the ever-darkening sky. The pack house was filled with people laughing and talking happily along with cheery holiday-themed music. It was a nice ambiance. So nice, I didn’t want to ruin it with my melancholy. The truth was, Christmas was one of the harder holidays for me. It didn’t matter how many years passed, all I thought about was Dad and how much I missed him. Hugging my knees to my chest, I rested my chin on them as I continued to watch the snow. The room was almost completely dark when the door behind me opened.