Scrambled Christmas Novels & Stories

I draw a circle on the color palette and turn the lights on. Now, Jamie’s clown face is brightened up by vibrant lights that blinks and change colors rapidly. “Almost forget to turn your light bulbs on.” I said, pointing at the phone screen, “Do you want to add some music?” Jamie gives the blinking fairy lights wrapped around his neck a weird glance, “These light bulbs sing?” “Hell yeah.” I read as I swipe down the list, “There’s Christmas carols on the playlist——Silent Night, We Three Kings, The First Noel…”

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

Donald, their neighbor shouted at them. "Then why don't you get them to join the fun, it's Christmas season" Samuel shouted back to him. "You heard him kids, it's Christmas spirit, come out and join them" Donald yelled at his kids inside who leaped up in joy and rushed to their rooms to get their scarfs and gloves before rushing out to join.

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.

I yelled trying to get off his hand to me. “Christmas, what is it?” he asked, trying to pull me to him. “Get off me!” I pushed him away but he keeps on pulling me to him. “What is it, Christmas? Tell me what is it you want to tell me?” His both hands were now in my shoulder, shaking mo to spill out what I am going to say. “Tell me, Christmas! Tell me!” “No! Get off me!” “Tell me, Christmas!” “Ahh! Get off me!” I abruptly woke up when I couldn't take it anymore while breathing rapidly.

Jasmine loved Christmas so much. She and Hermon used to decorate the Christmas tree at home each year. They would walk through the busy streets on Christmas Day, taking in the joy of everyone around them. However, those beloved Christmas customs had diminished since Jasmine and Thorne relocated overseas. She had actually given up on Christmas completely. She was making an effort to move on. Jasmine was, after all, her daughter, whom she had reared for so many years after carrying for nine months. Now, as she stood in the middle of the thronging masses, memories came flooding back, evoking feelings she had previously dismissed.

The festive atmosphere in Uncle Chuck's shop added a special warmth, making it feel like a Christmas wonderland. With twinkling lights adorning the shop and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting through the air, Alicia couldn't help but feel a sense of joy despite the recent unsettling events. She knelt down at the little girl's eye level and asked, "Can't decide, dear? Let me help you." The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with innocence. "It's so hard. They all look delicious!" Alicia chuckled, understanding the difficulty of choosing from so many tempting foods. "How about a scoop of our special holiday flavor? Delicious peppermint with chocolate swirls. It's a favorite among our lit

“Because there's far more to this holiday, not to mention the Christians stole it from cultures far older. They twisted it and it became what you see today. The celebration of joy for a prosperous year, the slumber of gods as winter solstice begins, bonfires, decorating with holly, mistletoe, evergreen boughs, ritual sacrifices, feasts, and gift-giving have been replaced with debt, envy, and disparity, all hidden beneath fake smiles and disingenuous cheer.” She laughs, “Well shit! Merry fucking Christmas to you!” We both laughed. I extended my hand, “I'm Damon.” “Ana,” she replies as she takes my hand and shakes it. “I'm one of the creators.” She's interesting for a halfling. I wonder if she

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.

"Christmas, I never heard of anyone use an alias as Christmas, Duke. What does this 'Christmas' do to make us take the benefit in this case?" Duke lifted his hand and claps it once. "This is what I'm talking about. So, this Mr. Christmas is one of Klyde McMarrow's client who buys smuggled women from everywhere and then he'll auction it to them. He's this kettle looking guy, you know what I mean? Bald, short and fat, he has this annoying laugh and he's in love eating this bread wherever he goes, he has it in his pocket and much it like a 2 year old kid." Duke began with gestures he uses and is not that really necessary.