Twas The Night Before Christmas Novels & Stories

I just sat there, enjoying my shoulders being massaged over the material of my nightdress, expressionless with my resting bitch face angled at him. “Yeah, pretty much,” I answered, then took another sip of my brew. “Now, next year, you're not to put presents under the tree a week early because who's supposed to bring them on Christmas Eve?” I asked, quizzing them on what they'd learned. “Santa,” they all mumbled an unenthusiastic response. “Good,” I replied with satisfaction. “Now, since today is Christmas Eve, can we forget about the no-touching rule, just for tonight?”

It was not so high, not so low, and somewhat nostalgic. She gave him a nod and wiped her tears away. They strolled out of the room and found themselves in a sanctum wasteland of healthy green grasses, and with the help of the starry night sky; it was a delighted setting. He watched how fascinated she was, making his lips curl into a smile. "Minutes from now, Sirius will light up the sky with his monthly performance." He spoke up. That performance should never be missed. "Sirius?" she looked at him with genuine bliss.

LAST NIGHT *** Red lights, loud music, cheers, laughter; they were things Aurelia saw and heard frequently, even in her sleep, she could still hear and see them. She was a party freak, but at the same time, she still managed to live a decent and healthy life. Blaze club was known for its special Friday night, and today happened to be Friday. It was the biggest and hottest club in San Francisco, tagged the club for the rich. And every Friday, Aurelia never failed to visit the club with her friends.

The breeze whipped her hair across her face, and she squinted into the night before her expression shifted in recognition. “You?” she asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “Hold out your hand,” Zachary said as he walked over. “What?” She stared at him, confused. He repeated it, more gently this time, and she slowly held out her hand. He placed something cool and round in her palm. It was an apple. “I’m the first one to give you an apple on Christmas Eve,” he said quietly, with surprising seriousness. Sarah glanced down at her watch. Midnight sharp. December 24th. Christmas Eve.

Willow’s POV “Who’s hungry?” I asked. The children were knee deep in wrapping paper, and Adonis and Jay were yawning. It was Christmas morning and the kids had hauled us out of bed at an ungodly hour, squealing with glee that “Santa had come.” Now, the presents were all opened up and the aftermath of it looked like a wrapping paper bomb had exploded in the living room. I didn’t mind the mess though. It was all part of the fun.

I'm anxious to see my Snowie but Jaxon tells me to be patient and have a bath first. “The goddess be praised! They're back!” A woman announces as soon as she catches sight of Jaxon carrying me into the compound. I'm a little surprised to see the pack is camped outside, eating from bowls and all merry under the dark sky. The tree is still shining with the lights Cassie and I decorated it with, the star on top glowing brighter than the dull crescent moon above. It's not a full moon anymore. That means it's a new day. That means it's Christmas!

I'm sorry. The moment I heard that, my knees went weak, and I sat heavily on the floor. I clenched my phone tightly. My heart hurt so badly that I could barely breathe. "Ivana!" I didn't know how long I waited before the emergency room lights finally went out. The surgeon walked out and asked, "Is Noelle's family here? Do spend Christmas Eve with her." Today was Christmas Eve, a festive occasion. How did this happen? Back in the hospice ward, Noelle opened her eyes weakly.

**** FIFTEEN YEARS AGO My eyes shut wide open after an almost sleepless night, and it was not because i hardly sleep the night to Christmas, it was because i laid there, but i couldn't. But nearing the morning, I'm glad i did and waking up to see such cheer from my windows did nothing but remind me of all i lost before my door opened. Nana swung in with a tray that her mittens held firmly, a tray of baked gingerbreads with frosting -only my mum did that. "Ho ho ho" A familiar voice fell down my ears as i jolted from my bed. "Is that? No. He's not-" I argued with myself while my grandma just stared.

19 - Mia Lauren Hudson I Don't Want It to End Like This. Yeah, but it will end like this. - As if it were the first time I woke up with a satisfied sigh, and the small rays of light showed me it was already dawn, and I was still in his room. I was so happy and fulfilled. I looked beside me on the bed, and it was completely empty. I knew I had to go back home, and it was also the morning of Christmas Eve. Everyone outside was going crazy, which was typical.

From gold to red to green and then back to gold. The tiny Santa Claus at the foot of the tree starts speaking, that is the mechanism inside the toy, "Merry Christmas, ho ho ho." "Awwwn, that's so cute," Cam squats to inspect the toy. "I didn't see you get this at the store." "I just got it on a whim at the mall. Time to place the gifts." To us, today, the 22nd day of the month, is Christmas Eve and the 23rd, Christmas Day. So we all place our gifts at the foot of the tree and get back to eating dinner.