Turtle Doves And Christmas Novels & Stories

December 23, 1997 The hunter green 1995 model Ford Taurus was finally loaded down with all of the family's luggage, including the decorative bags and boxes of Christmas presents for the children from Santa, as well as for all of the numerous family members that would be gathered together to celebrate the joyous season.

“Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, Memory’s family,” Dak agreed. “Thank you for all of your help.” The birds tweeted, and flapped their wings. Having seen what they came to, Joe and Ann fluttered away, and Helen lifted up off the sill as well, hanging in the air a moment as Memory turned her face back to the man she loved and the kiss continued. Overjoyed, Helen flew off to join her husband and daughter, satisfied that Memory and Dak would be making happy Christmas memories for decades to come.

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

Maddie's sudden outburst made me jump, "If it's outside, then we could have them release doves or something at the ceremony after their kiss!" "Doves, Maddie?" "Yeah, they're the bird of peace, apparently." She seemed so excited at the thought, she was practically giddy. "When have you ever seen a dove in Briarglen, Maddie?" She looked at me and sighed, slumping her shoulders before mumbling "We only have weird ducks here and ducks aren't romantic." Her voice was that of defeat but the mention of throwing ducks in the air after their first kiss was absolutely hilarious to me and I couldn't help but explode into laughter imagining it.

Petting his head, letting him know he was forgive i I turned to the doe. “Are you hurt?” I knelt down, her head laid on the branches beside me. Petting her gently, her tense body softened, only to hear a hurtful moan. “What’s wrong?” Creed’s warm body knelt beside me. The doe, sensing a dragon’s presence, tried to get up only for us to feel a vibration into the soil. It came from Creed’s chest. It was so deep it sunk into the dirt, rattling the bushes of the freshly fallen snow. The doe abruptly relaxed, laid its head back down on the snow that was now covering the ground.

Doris said with a nod before taking another bite of her sandwich. Brady had been smart to put her mom in charge of the Christmas events. If anyone could get it done, it was Doris Snow. “You know,” Doris said, setting her burger down on the wrapper. “You could use a little Christmas spirit around here, Noelle. I didn’t see any Christmas decorations outside. Don’t you have a speaker system you can use to pipe in some Christmas music?” Noelle raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t even thought about doing either of those things, which was a real shame. “Yeah, I think we could fix both of those problems pretty easily.”

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

Twenty-three people who all needed feeding, all needed space, all needed to feel like this overflowing house was exactly where they belonged. Duke appeared behind her, sleep-rumpled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You're up early." "Someone has to start the turkey before the chaos arrives." "I could have helped." "You'd have burned something and then insisted you didn't burn it." Valentina leaned back into him. "This is my domain. You handle the outdoor heaters and make sure the garage is presentable for whoever inevitably ends up out there." "Fair division of labor." He kissed her temple. "Merry Christmas, by the way. In case the turkey logistics made you forget the actual occasion."

She hadn’t been this much into the Christmas spirit since she was twelve-years-old. “Hmm,” Lacey sighed happily as she circled her wrist around Blake’s arm. “What are you thinking about?” he asked as they continued to stroll along in the brisk cold. “I’m thinking about how romantic this time of year is,” she swooned. “Romantic?” he repeated with slight bewilderment. “Christmas can be romantic. The mistletoe, nothing but candles and twinkling lights in a room. Snow falling from the sky as two lovebirds kiss for the first time,” she fantasized.

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.