Novelas y relatos de Short Christmas Stories For Adults

"Once upon a time...There was a little white rabbit who, one day, ate a large carrot and with a bang, turned into a big white rabbit." Diana asked, "And then what?" John replied, "That's it." "That's it?" "Yeah." John furrowed his brow slightly, unable to hide a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Is it not interesting enough?" Diana paused, unsure of how to respond. It wasn't particularly captivating, but... it was cute. She said slowly, "Well, stories should be longer, more intricate, and a bit more fantastical. You know, like 'The Ugly Duckling,' 'The Little Mermaid,' and 'The Three Little Pigs.' Kids love those kinds of stories."

Where the hell is my nurse and medicine? “Anyway, they made a movie about it. It's not my cookies," she giggled, delighted with herself, "...it's the mountain. Can you imagine them making a movie about my cookies? So I made up a story about a village near K2 that celebrated a person called Christmas Amoeba instead of Santa. He always sneaks into the house secretly – amoebas are microscopic in size, which is why if a person is amoeba it is extremely sneaky – on Christmas Eve and leave presents for everyone. In return, the villagers will leave countless strange shaped cookies for the amoeba to eat. Amoebas come in different shapes, so it makes sense.” She couldn't see my face, so I didn't feel

“That’s a shame. What do you do when you’re not delivering pizza?” “Gym, maybe video games or fixing cars. Normal guy stuff.” “So tell me your favorite movies, worst date story, what you’ll do with a million dollars.” I asked smiling. He answered easily, laughing at my teasing questions. The conversation flowed and he was funny in a quiet, dry way that made me forget Mark for a while. After ten minutes I felt the heat rising again. “God, it’s so hot in here,” I said, fanning myself. I grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

She adds already heading for the kitchen. Within thirty minutes Nina had put the stuff for Santa out on a Christmas plate that Mandy gave her yesterday and she was tucked up in bed while I read her a book called Once Upon a Magical Christmas and she loved every moment of it and so did Josh and Riley. Yep, that's right. The guys sat on the bottom of her bed and listened to the entire story like big children and I swear that the pair of them were almost sleeping their selves by the time I had finished and so was Nina.

He is the crime Lord and I knew very well that he was the one teaching Pete all those mischievous things he did but even at that,we always enjoyed his stay because Uncle G was very very generous with his cash…unlike aunt Caroline who was the stingy queen. Later that night,we began to hear bands and musical instruments playing loudly down the street and we immediately knew that it was the Christmas Carol that was announced in the church that day. We were so excited and wanted to join but didn't know how to tell Dad. It was already half past eight at night and him letting us out by that time was all on miracle but we still gave it a trial. “This is Christmas and it's just once in a year, let's

His lips are still tilted in that wicked little smile. That night, Jabari and Amara refuse to close their eyes on the furs unless my voice tells them a bedtime tale. Even though I have spent five winters putting Zuberi and Tavon to sleep in our villa, I only know the basic old story about the three little forest pigs who built dens to hide from the big rogue wolf. The second I start whispering the words, I see the totally bored, blank stares on both of their little faces. They are way too smart for baby stories.

We dressed slowly, sharing laughs over rumpled clothes. As he left for his night shift, promising coffee tomorrow, the snow outside seemed magical, not isolating. Christmas Eve had gifted connection, turning a doorman's kindness into something profoundly intimate, human, and alive.

It doesn't help that we just had to turn the clocks back an hour for daylight saving, so now it’s already dark at five o’clock in the evening. Jon's Auto Shop is one of only two shops in the small town of Randleman, North Carolina. This is where I grew up and have lived my entire life. I want to leave, but I have nothing to leave for. I'm twenty-three, 5'5" with shoulder-length golden brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad to look at in my opinion, but when all the eligible bachelors are men you've grown up with, it kind of decreases the options in the dating pool.

Uncle Chris kissed her forehead once more before heading to his office. “Now, tell me about that black eye.” Aunt Georgia sipped at her cocoa. “I'm assuming it's why you're hiding out here?” Nicholas nodded, peering into the depths of his hot chocolate with the one good eye that wasn't under a bag of peas. “And?” Nicholas sighed. “I got in a fight.” Aunt Georgia blew on her hot chocolate without drinking it. “Somehow, I think there's more to the story.” “I was walking past the elementary school and saw this freshman I know there. He's a total jerk. He was telling the little kids Santa isn't real,” Nicholas replied. “I didn't want him to ruin Christmas for those kids.”

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”