Scrambled Christmas Novels & Stories

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

me clean up the mess. The smell of cinnamon rolls fill the air, and Scarlet turns on Christmas music. She comes back into the living room with a cup of tea in her hand, stopping in the threshold of the room with a smile on her face. “Breakfast will be ready soon,” she says, taking a drink of tea. She sets her cup down and pulls Salsa from the tree again. I stashed all our breakable ornaments when Jackson was a baby, replacing the pretty glass balls with shatterproof plastic ones that actually look just as good as the others. I almost dug them out of the basement this Christmas, and I’m glad we didn’t.

Sable Christmas Eve settled over the clubhouse louder than any holiday had a right to. Someone had dragged in a cedar that looked like it had been bullied out of the desert and forced into seasonal participation, and now it stood in the corner of the common room sagging beneath mismatched ornaments, colored lights, and enough tinsel to qualify as a fire hazard. Bryce had declared the crooked angel on top “punk rock,” which earned him a threat from Hannah involving a serving spoon and his kneecaps. Charlie laughed so hard she nearly dropped a tray of cookies, and half the men in the room pretended they weren’t enjoying the whole thing as much as they were.

"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.

Ed Shreen’s Perfect started to play. “Grab your partner and come on the floor…” Ammy announced and walked towards Steven. One after another the couples started to join. Scarlett approached Shishir hastily and pulling his hand said, “let’s dance…” “You are still here? I thought you already left…” pulling his hand away from her, Shishir mumbled. Gulping hard, Scarlett blurted, “Oh! Come on, don’t be that rude… it’s Christmas celebration. Let’s have some dance…” she tried to reach out for his hand again but Shishir ignored her and looked around.

I was three glasses deep, curled up on the leather sectional in nothing but an oversized red cashmere sweater and thigh-high socks, when the group chat lit up. Secret Santa is still happening. Rules: -No names. -Masks stay on. -Door stays unlocked. -Panties stay off. -Every gift is a cream pie. -Be a good girl, Noelle. I laughed so hard I snorted prosecco. It had to be a prank. My friends were filthy, but five anonymous guys showing up to stuff me full of cum on Christmas Eve? Come on. Still… I shaved and lathered myself in lotion. I left the front door on the latch and the hallway lights dimmed to a seductive glow. Just in case.

Another shouted, “It is attacking. The decorations are alive.” I shouted back, “I told you Christmas was dangerous.” Garlands towered over us in fluffy, glittering mounds. A random wreath popped into existence and smacked Lucian in the face. He sputtered. “Aveline.” “This is not my fault,” I said quickly. “Earth holidays are cursed.” The garlands continued multiplying. Someone screamed, “Save yourselves.” Another shouted, “Grab the Alpha.” Another yelled, “Do not grab the Alpha, he will be furious, save someone else.”

I said. "Merry Christmas honey. How was your night?"dad said. "It was fine thanks". "I see you're excited about today" mum said, giving me a big smile. "So excited" I grinned. "Well, you know you won't be leaving without an escort" dad said. "I know dad" I said, feeling slightly annoyed. "And there is going to be added security so you'll feel safe" mum added. "More like caged" I muttered. "What did you say?" Dad asked.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.