Sappy Christmas Novels & Stories

Bethany smiled at her friend. Hazel flopped down on her swivel chair, her long legs stretched out in front of her. “Easy to say, Bethany. Mapping out a PR campaign to sell cosmetics or cornflakes is a lot different from selling Christmas trees. I know nothing about Christmas trees other than you put them in a stand, string lights and ornaments and flick the switch. Instant gratification.” “You got a plan, boss?"

Sandy pounded her chest, taking deep breaths. I was moved too, and felt a lump in my throat as I teared up. "How could such despicable people exist? Why hasn't she died yet?" Sandy vented her resentment. "She's as venomous as a snake! "Since then, he comes back every Christmas to tend to his parents' graves all alone. I accompany him every time. "Everything’s all better now that you're back. Look at him now, he's smiling. He's so handsome when he smiles, isn't he? I dare say he's the most handsome man in the world." Sandy exaggerated, raising her hands.

It's a special moment, and they all feel a sense of connection and belonging. It's December, and Samantha and Andrew are getting ready for the holidays. They are hosting a Christmas party at their home, and they are excited to see all of their family and friends. They decorate the house with lights and ornaments, and they bake cookies and make hot chocolate. On Christmas Eve, they sit around the fireplace and read stories to their grandchildren. They feel a deep sense of joy and gratitude, knowing that they have everything they could ever want.

The cashier is currently wrapping the purchases. "Well, this is what they call little happiness. Gosh! You, you're abnormal. Everyone our age is crazy about W*****d, but you? Jusko, where are your sweet bones, your thrilling flesh? Are you gone?" This is a sarcastic question to me. It's good to fight.

Just then, I received a call from Gregory. "Hey buddy what's up" he said. "Hey Greg. Good morning and merry Christmas" "Merry Christmas buddy, how is Samantha and Lana" he said. "All good. Samantha is helping Lana get ready for the party" "Ok, don't worry Freddie everything is going to be alright" he said. "I hope so, thanks. Greetings to Betty and the kids". "Sure, see you soon". "And you too" I said, cutting the call. "Hopefully, all will go well" I muttered.

Amy turns to our older sister, who is standing there with her arms crossed, not looking amused anymore. “Yes, Amy. I still have him blocked. He will not be happy. I can’t believe I agreed for us all to leave our phones behind too.” “We are fine! Let’s all loosen up and dance!” Saph is such a cheap drunk. She hardly drinks because she believes her body is a temple and doesn’t like to expose it to toxins. Her words, not mine. But one shot shouldn’t be getting her this loose. I think I might be feeling that shot too. Must be a really strong tequila.

She scrutinized Sasha and said sarcastically, “Sasha, look at you. You’re Cinderella today. I thought you were still that Ugly Duckling back at school. Don’t tell me you’ve found a sugar daddy.” Misunderstood as someone clinging onto a rich man, Sasha’s face instantly blushed. She waved her hands anxiously and said, “No, it’s not like that! It’s nothing like that! My boss from Herbal Spring wants me to get some new clothes for work, so that I’d look better.”

(blushing emoji) Brandon: Merry Christmas beautiful! Can't wait to see you again! Me: Merry Christmas! I can't wait to see you again! We need hang out sometime soon! Brandon: SOON! PLEASE! (heart emoji) Harrison: Where have you been baby? I miss you so damn much! Merry Christmas! I hope you got everything you wanted this year! I definitely got everything I wanted and more. Me: Sorry, I've been busy, I miss you too! Merry Christmas! I got more than I ever thought I wanted! I hope you are having a good day.

“We’re going to do something fun.” “Like what?” Autumn asks, looking up at me. She still looks worn down, but there’s a ghost of a smile on her lips. That’s a start. “Christmas movie marathon. We’ll watch some of the classics and some of those awful ones where the girl gives up the job of her dreams to move in with a guy who sells Christmas trees for a living or something.” Autumn’s smile grows. “They’re kind of romantic, in a way.” “What would be romantic is if the Christmas tree seller guy moved to the big city with the girl and got a real job,” Benedict says. “Let him make a sacrifice for once.”

That night, we all sat in the living room watching a classic Christmas movie. Onscreen, in The Polar Express, Santa slid down a chimney with his giant sack of gifts, smiling at the children. I watched the screen, but all I could picture was the twisted figure Sophie described. Spider fingers, too many joints, a tilted head, standing perfectly still. Suddenly, it hit me. A gaping hole in Sophie's story.