Short Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

"Can we do another one together?" "Sure but we'll have snacks first." Crimson set the tray down on the table and they both sat down, enjoying the snacks. Cleo happily munched on a cookie while he ate cheese crackers. "Daddy, do you remember the bedtime story you told me last time?" "Which one, sweetie?" "The one about the kids who lived in a house made of candy... The scary lady used the sweets to trick them into coming inside so she could eat them." "That's Hansel and Gretel."

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.

Grandpa began the story by holding the book to show us the pictures. “The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.” Grandpa smiled as he tickled each of us as he read on. “And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.” Grandpa was a good storyteller. He made such funny faces, and his voice changed pitch as he read.

) then I decided to tell her a fantasy parable to clarify my point: °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "Long ago, at the North pole dwelt the children's Favorite person, Santa Claus. Every Christmas he'd Sneak in the kid's room and leave there a gift according To how nice they'd been all year long.

Yearning laced his words, mirroring my own fears of leaving again. "It's more," I promised, but doubt flickered. The holidays would end, duty calling. Yet in his arms, wrapped in the scent of pine and passion, I clung to the possibility. Later, as snow fell heavier outside, we dressed by the fire, sharing stories of lost loves and ranch hardships. His laugh rumbled when I recounted a disastrous state dinner, and I traced the scar on his forearm from a bull gone wrong. "Stay through Christmas," he urged, pulling me close. "Let me show you what real feels like."

I shrugged, reaching my thumb and index finger out to pick the cherry on top of the drink. "So, what's your name? Or should I just call you hot Bartender that I want to fuck?" I asked, bringing the chery to my mouth but I didn't eat it. "You are pretty blunt, huh." He chuckled lightly, tearing his eyes away from the cherry that was grazing my lips. "I get told that a lot. Now, tell me your name or would you rather I call you that?" I asked, inclining my head to the side. "Jax, you can just call me Jax." He responded.

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

"That's what Christmas is all about, isn't it? The spirit of giving." Kiki nodded as she watched Santa pass out the gifts to the children, one by one. "It sure is." Children squealed with delight as they opened their gifts. At that moment, Kiki didn't want to be anywhere else. She and Evelyn spent the rest of the evening watching the children open gifts until they could hardly hold their eyes open. When the last gift had been passed out, Santa gathered the children around and read A Visit from St. Nicholas, better known as 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A few minutes later, Abby approached Kiki, her eyes drooping.

"Anyway, I wanna come with you. You might need help carrying the drinks back." "I probably won't have any trouble with that, but alright. Whatever makes you happy." He placed Shiro down and we both went out. Scarlet wasn't wrong when she said that the convenience store was really near. It was practically right next to the apartment complex. When we went inside, Crimson gave me some money and told me to meet him outside after buying some chips. I don't know why, but I guess it really isn't that important. To be honest, I didn't know there were so many strange flavors of chips. Who would even eat ketchup flavored ones? That sounds disgusting. I say that, but I'm sure someone out there has it a

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we