Sad Quotes Christmas Novels & Stories

Erica's excited by the idea of having a new baby brother by summer. Me? I'm excited by our new Christmas tradition. I get to re-enact our first Christmas sleepover. Sandy's even wearing that silly, ratty old robe. She's promised never to get rid of it. Christmas will always be bitter sweet to me, and sometimes I still get the blues and need some time to myself to think about those little girls that had their lives cut short so unfairly. I miss them terribly, and think about them every day. Christmas will never be the same. But I'm not complaining. ====== I hope you enjoyed this little story. Votes and comments are always welcome and appreciated.

Wyatt remarks. “Yep.” I say. I finish the song and Val's pile at the same time. I move the gift under the tree, then come back to my spot, beginning to wrap Lucy's gift. “I'll have a blue Christmas, without you, I'll be so blue, just thinking, about you..” I sing. “You'll be doing alright, with your Christmas of white... But I'll.. have a Blue.. blue, blue, blue Christmas.” Every other Christmas when I sang this song, one of my favorites, it never bothered me how sad it was. Not that the words are hitting home for me this Christmas, the song has lost a bit of it's appeal.

If it's not done with the greatest of care, I might face rejection and a broken heart at Christmas. Christmas brings out the worst in people and the best. But for Blake it could be the worst time of year. It could be the time of year when he pulls away emotionally and drowns out all memory of Stacey with a nice large beer. If I had become a widow, Christmas without a loved one would destroy me year after year. Perhaps Blake lacks the emotional maturity required to move on.

Ah, December! The time of year when everything smells like mint or chocolate, sometimes both, you can’t get that annoying version of “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” out of your head (and let’s face it, which version of “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” isn’t annoying?), and everyone has a crazed look in their eyes like they’re trying to be happy despite the fact that you know if they remember that they’ve forgotten just one more person they needed to buy a present for, or one more social event they neglected to put on their calendar, they’re going to end up in an asylum somewhere muttering about “crack-nutters” and “rotten fruitcake” for the next few months until spring hits, and we ca

"Daddy, why are you crying?" My trembling gaze lifted. Only then did I realize my face was already covered in tears. I was overwhelmed with guilt and heartbreak toward Noelle. Perhaps I also felt hatred for Ivana. However, right now, I had to stay cheerful and accompany Noelle through the last moments of her life. I turned off my phone screen, wiped away my tears, and said, "Sweetheart, I'm just too happy. Tonight is Christmas Eve, and you will be safe and sound." Less than half a minute later, Ivana finally called me back.

"The sad girl aesthetic is over, E. Now you just look like a squatter." "Thanks, Darla. You always know exactly what to say to make me feel like a pile of steaming garbage." I rolled my eyes and sighed so dramatically I practically deflated. "I just hate this freaking holiday. It's a commercialized scam designed to make single people feel like losers and taken people feel like bank accounts with legs."

no amount of money can make you feel what you'd be feeling when someone smiles because of you Stay safe and have a wonderful time Merry Christmas and a happy new year God bless .

She didn’t think so… but when he hadn’t kissed her, she began to think maybe she’d been wrong and was misreading the situation. “It hasn’t been that long,” she muttered to herself, leaning back in the chair and looking around the room. She hadn’t finished her Christmas decorating, but she did have a few pieces out, their lights all set on timers so that her apartment was slightly joyful, even without her tree, her angel collection, or the snowmen her grandma had given her when she was a little girl, one for each year until she’d passed away when Noelle was twelve. No, she hadn’t finished decorating, but at least she had some twinkling lights to bathe her while she wallowed in her own self-pi

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All I want is something, anything that will act like a distraction, anything that will shield me from those men. Looking back, I cursed under my breath when I noticed them chasing after me. “What the fuck is their deal?” Why are they acting as if I stole their Christmas present? I cringed at the word Christmas. Let’s just say I have the worst experience when it comes to Christmas. Growing up, I used to think that Santa Claus is actually real, that he actually dropped gifts every Christmas Eve. Imagine the disappointment of a seven years old when she found Santa Claus bleeding out on their porch, only that it wasn’t actually Santa, but my father Mr. Fordd Smith.