Sothis Christmas Novels & Stories

He kissed her again and then, with Goldie and Pooch yipping and yapping beneath the Christmas tree, Noelle reached over and patted them on the heads, so thankful for her beautiful family, knowing whatever Christmas future may bring, she’d be happy as long as she had Brady, Goldie, and Pooch. The End

She stood to match me. "Well...ah...he sort of died a few generations back...about a 120 of them," I looked somewhat evasive. "You know how bad the Postal Service can get around Christmas. The news was a little late getting to me." "Fine," Sophia studied me. "The 'Christmas Scam' takes care of the last 100 generations. What about the first twenty?"

Gil realized he was going too far and quickly pulled away. They both laughed and panted. " I beg to reconsider my words." He said jokingly. " You promised so you'll keep it that way." Sofia pointed at him. " It's the cross I have to bear." " So, are you still going out for dinner?" He asked as she began to unlock the door. " Actually, I wasn't planning to." She smiled teasingly. He followed her in and asked, " Christmas Eve is next weekend. Are you still up for Christmas on the yacht."

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.

"Now I cannot imagine my life without you." Everyone raised their glasses. "To family," Liam said. "To family," everyone said. We drank. We ate. We talked. Sofia fell asleep on my lap. Hope fell asleep in Jenna's arms. Marcus's kids passed out on the floor. The fire crackled. The snow fell. The tree glowed. Christmas morning. Gifts were exchanged. Wrapping paper everywhere. Laughter and noise and chaos. Sofia got a doll. She named it Maple. I cried.

Right at that moment, he wanted to check Intern Yoon’s resume but unfortunately, he can’t since he is not using his office laptop. “No… this might be a coincidence; Intern Yoon cannot be that girl who has the back-up of those strange people. Yes, ‘SY’ might stand for something else… and even if it’s Su Yeon, they both just share the same name…” he convinced himself and went to sleep. … Christmas Eve came in no time… The whole Imperial City was shining with colorful lights with a light dusting of snow… A huge Christmas tree was standing proudly with dazzle at almost every shop and place…

“I think I already have.” --- On Christmas morning, Katherine ran into the living room in snowflake pajamas, shouting about reindeer and crumb trails and half-eaten cookies. Sophia laughed as they unwrapped presents, warm and close, the smell of cinnamon rolls rising in the kitchen. No helicopters overhead. No lawyers on the phone. No lies waiting in the shadows. Just life. Uncomplicated. Unafraid. And as the fire crackled and the morning light poured in, Sophia leaned back on the couch, Katherine curled into her side, and whispered to herself:

Sandra asked. "Yep and I'm going to make him wish he was never born by the time I'm done with his ass." I answered a little sadistically. "Oh, I really hope it's that asshole who screwed us over." Evelynn sniggered before I took a bite of my pizza and chewed slowly as I smiled. "Sophia, what do you have planned for the holidays this year?" Cynthia asked. "I was actually wondering about that myself." Evelynn admitted. "Well, I was hoping you guys would join me at one of the cabins for Christmas." I replied, "I have a feeling it's going to snow up there this winter and it'll be a white Christmas."

Two Christmases Later Bahamas Snow had a way of making everything feel so beautiful, white and peaceful. It reminded the whole world of the Christ child. The beauty of the season. Melody watched it fall through the glass window of the café, her fingers loosely wrapped around the warmth of the ceramic mug in front of her, though she hadn’t taken a sip yet. She was waiting for her takeout order. Sitting in Bahamas after a long conference for entrepreneurs, in which she gave a speech Melody couldn't help but smile at how much has changed since this time two years ago. And this was the time she got her Christmas miracle. Her heart was filled with gratitude.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.