Teddy Christmas Chronicles Novels & Stories

Maybe if she waited until Wednesday, a few more sales would come through and she could mail them all at the same time. The door chimed and a local couple she knew from church came in. “Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Howard. How are you?” Memory went about helping Mrs. Howard find a gift for her niece, trying not to let her father’s news about the new B and B keep her from enjoying the holiday spirit. Christmas really was the most wonderful time of the year, even if this one felt a little off without Grandma Helen. She put a smile on her face and got to work, glad to stay busy to keep her mind off of what she’d lost.

Serendipity nodded, tearing her eyes away from the structure at last and smiling into those familiar green ones. As Corey led her inside, they were instantly greeted by dozens of working elves, each of whom called out, “Merry Christmas!” which Serendipity would have found rather odd considering Christmas was over months ago were she not standing in Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole. Instead, she answered with a jolly, “Merry Christmas!” in return. She noticed, and found it rather odd, that though Corey always acknowledged the speaker, he only chose to say, “Hello,” or “Good evening,” in response, never “Merry Christmas.”

Reluctantly letting her go, Haldir swatted her bare cheek with the back of his hand as he walked away. Noticing the photos that lined his refrigerator, Mory stepped closer to look at them. As she sipped her coffee, she saw another picture from Tessa’s wedding. Mory raised her brows and nodded when she saw her mates. “Damn! Good job, Tessa. No wonder you’re always knocked up.” Seeing a photo of a Christmas tree with Teddy and his family surrounding it, a smile curled up on Mory’s face. “So sweet. I hope you know that you’re so goddamn lucky.”

A tear escaped his eye as he grabbed the cutest little teddy bear she had gifted him. She gifted that teddy to him on his birthday. She sewed it with her own hands. It took her two days to make him that teddy bear. She gave up her meals and good night sleep just to make a perfect teddy bear for him. She chose his favorite colors. Brown and black. Without any care, she made him that teddy. Once it was ready, she packed it into a box and wrapped it in a black paper. Then she decorated it with golden ribbons. The ribbons were the exact same color as the eyes of the Zeus wolf, Zaric.

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

I sigh, push myself up, and drag myself to the kitchen to put away the groceries, stacking them on the shelves and in the cupboards. By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted. I take a quick shower, letting the hot water burn against my skin. When I’m done, I slip into a fluffy purple pajama set and return to my bed. I pick up my phone and check the time again: 11:32 PM. Less than thirty minutes to Christmas. I flop onto the bed, phone in hand, and start scrolling through TikTok. Videos flood the screen—kids scribbling wishes onto scraps of paper, crumpling them into socks, draping them over mantles.

I loved Ric with all my heart and I always hoped that one day he would love me too. When we first kissed in the hospital bed, I thought I was delusional. I thought it had all been a dream, after all I was very drugged with so many drugs. But the second time, on the beach, I thought I was going to faint from happiness. I was so accomplished that I had already made all the plans in my head. I really wanted to marry Ric, but I didn't know if he was on the same wavelength as me. That's why I went to talk to Dr. Marcondes. I told him how much I loved his son. We talked for hours and when I told him I had taken a course in reiki and meditation to treat illness, he was very interested. We agreed to

"So besides black hair and brown eyes what does she look like?" "You'll find out soon enough." Todd told me. "Trust me, you might be a little surprised when you see her, but not disappointed." "Is she coming soon?" I asked shifting again as my cock pushed into my thigh. "It's already after nine and..." "Don't worry about that." Chris said. "You'll have plenty of time," he smiled. "All night as a matter of fact." "All night?" "That's the best part of the tradition Matt," Todd said smiling. "Waking up Christmas Morning."

*** Hyacinth *** I was excited to open gifts. But we were still waiting when the clock struck midnight. We are currently by the chimney in the great room on a big screen, watching TV with a Charcuterie board of fruits, other snacks, sweet and salty, watching an action Christmas movie, snuggled to soft fleece blankets.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.