The Night Before Xmas Book Novels & Stories

She’d agonized over which book to get him for the Christmas Eve tradition, but had finally settled on this one. It was tradition in her family to gift a book on Christmas eve. She was excited to share this tradition with Nathan. She was excited to share everything with him. Life was good. She tucked the book under the small tree in her apartment next to the other gift she’d picked out for him. It was just a t-shirt with the name of the town and a printed mountain background. It wasn’t much, but she thought he would like it since he was moving his company here. It felt like a good gift and she couldn’t wait for Christmas to come so she could give it to him.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

Eleven people total, more manageable than Thanksgiving but still significant. Charlotte was vibrating with excitement. “Santa comes TONIGHT! After we sleep! Presents TOMORROW!” “Yes, but first you have to actually sleep. Santa doesn’t come until children are sleeping.” “I’ll sleep SO FAST! The fastest sleeping EVER!” James was equally excited but less articulate. “Santa! Santa coming! PRESENTS!” Dinner was lovely Catherine’s traditional Christmas Eve menu, everyone together, children behaving reasonably well given excitement levels. After dinner, Charlotte insisted on reading “The Night Before Christmas” to the whole group.

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 confirmed. They walked back to the house. The afternoon light was going, December doing what December did, and the streets were still in their Christmas pause, and the house at the end of the road had its warm windows lit against the dark. Inside Margaret would be with her book and the remains of Christmas and the two extra mugs she had washed and set out without comment, which was her way of saying: you are expected back. They went in out of the cold. End of Chapter Forty-Four

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.

JACKSON POV “You better leave before it gets worse.” Mrs. Chen nudged at me, forcing me to drop the stacks of books I held in my hands. “What are you saying Mrs. Chen?” I looked back at her, hurt and confused, as she practically pushed me toward the door. “I promised to help out around the bookstore while you rest with your family. It’s Christmas eve after all.” “Don’t be silly,” she scolded, nodding toward the windows. Thick, heavy flakes were already pouring from the sky, coating the nearly empty streets.

Everyone focused on Grandpa, who had a picture book in his hand. I chewed on my moon while I waited for the story. I wasn’t the only one with a new toy in their hands. We all got a toy at the event. Aragon had his wolf that Lando got him. Caspian had a stuffed reindeer. And Amaryllis had a soft dolly dressed in a red holiday princess dress. “‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” Grandpa began the story by holding the book to show us the pictures.

KIMANI The plan was simple. Spend New Year’s Eve with family. Count down to midnight. Leave immediately for our honeymoon. Clean. Organized. Efficient. Very Alaric. It was the evening of December 31st, and once again the mansion was full. The Christmas decorations were still up, lights glowing warmly against the tall windows. Music hummed softly in the background, glasses clinked occasionally, and the energy in the room was restless—the kind that builds when everyone is waiting for midnight.

She threw herself on my neck and showered me with kisses. —Glad you liked it. —I had an idea,— she whispered in my ear and buried her hand in the back of my neck, making me shiver. —I want to do something I felt like doing in the airport parking lot. — What are you up to, Manuela Banguela? I leaned her against the car door and started rubbing against her body, showing how hard I was already just imagining her intentions. — Come see Rich Rich! She got into the back of the car, pulling me along with her. Our first wedding night became known as the cruising night at the low black Monza. That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END