Sad Quotes Christmas Novels & Stories

As a city girl, born and bred, she'd thrived on every bit of it, even the dirt from the particles in the air that settled on everything. Why did she suddenly long for the scent of mountain cedar, honeysuckle and horseflesh? Enough. Focus on something else. But as she waited for a free taxi to pull to the curb, she realized the other key element of the atmosphere--the sickening abundance of Christmas decorations. Artificial boughs of greenery wound around streetlights, decorated with red bows. The Salvation Army, with its members dressed in their signature Santa suits, rang bells and cried "Merry Christmas." Merry Christmas, shit. Bah humbug was more like it.

"What's so wrong with Christmas, Mr. Scrooge?" I take a swig of my beer, finishing the rest of the bottle, and shrug my shoulders. "There's nothing wrong with Christmas. I just looked at it differently I guess. When I was little, I was a weird kid. All my friends would be so excited for Christmas and they all told me how they stayed up late so that they could meet Santa, but not me. Nope, I stayed awake to try and capture the creep sneaking into my house once a year." As soon as I finish that sentence, a roar of laughter emits from all three of them.

The chilly December air enveloped Anna as she stood on the balcony, gazing up at the twinkling stars that adorned the night sky. It was 22nd December, just a few days away from Christmas day. Memories of past Christmases flooded her mind, and her heart ached with the absence of her beloved parents. This would be her first Christmas without them, and the void left behind was deeply felt.

- December 23, 5:30pm ‘Christmas is finally here. A time to spend with your loved ones and to rejoice in the birth of Jesus. I believe all of you are going to be at home and saying bye to your workplace for a few days. And five of you who I chose will be getting a tiny Christmas present by tomorrow night in time for Santa. Let this Christmas be a forgiveness of the past, courage for the present and hope for the future. Wishing you all a very joyful Christmas.’ Key.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

Finally, he huffed and shook his head, “You’re just a useless fucking crybaby. Those pies probably tasted disgusting. Get the hell over it. You’re nothing but a parasite to this family.” My heart ached as Cheney’s words sunk deep within me. I looked up into Nicholas’ face, hoping beyond anything I would see something besides hate there. I was crushed when I saw the same old hateful Nicholas looking back at me. Is there anything at all I could ever do to satisfy them? I though hopelessly. Wynter for once remained silent in my mind, she too shocked and heartbroken by their actions. For me, Christmas was ruined. I was completely distraught as I ran quickly from the room. I rounded the corner in

What's so special about the damned Christmas? He literally would ban Christmas if he has the power. Humans are so foolish to the extent of overdoing things. Have they not heard that too much of everything is bad, it's time to stop this madness and face reality. If they are remembering the birth of Christ as they say. It should be once in a while. Christ can't be born over and over again. He hissed and turned on his radio and damnit, he can't escape it. Christmas is here and it's what it's

he mutters, rubbing his neck, “about that...” “Eh!” I shout, not wanting to turn his emotions into something sour, “I know all about your troubles, Santa.” I wiggle my nose, “I know the North Pole has been especially cold this year, and Santa's had to be very frugal this Christmas.” He nods, “I'm glad you understand.” I shake my head. “That doesn't mean Santa gets off scot-free.” He puffs out his chest, putting on his best deep Santa voice, “What can

Especially standing next to a Prius. On the other hand, trying to stuff that many light-up candy canes into my Barracuda would’ve been fucking sacrilege, so maybe it was just as well. Christmas. We didn’t do Christmas. Until Nate came along. Now, apparently, we did Christmas on steroids. “Real car,” Nate huffed. “Real piece of — eep,” he finished, as I crowded him up against the car and loomed at him. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”

He said as he clapped his hands, looking at his mother's face as she cleared her throat. "It was a beautiful December day" She began, "with clear blue sky and snow-covered treetops. Christmas was in the air but up in Santa’s lodge, all was quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of preparing Christmas presents had gone for Santa had fallen ill. “Oh dear, what will the children say when they don’t receive presents this year,” Santa wondered sadly as he lay on his bed.