Twas The Night Before Christmas Novels & Stories

TYSON ‘Twas several nights after the winter solstice (and one night after Christmas) when all through the packhouse, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And thank the Goddess for that, because we weren’t really big fans of mice around here. At least I wasn’t. Although, I had come to warm up to rats… well, some very specific pet rats. Other than that, still wasn’t a big fan.

His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause. Eddie went into the woods and cut a cedar tree for a Christmas Tree. Coral was excited Santa was coming soon. Eddie helped Coral decorate the tree. Paper was cut and Mama made glue out of flour and water. The paper was glued together to make interlocking rings. The strand of rings was placed around the Christmas Tree like garland. Eddie helped her cut paper and make snowflakes for the ornaments. It was a simple tree with no lights. In the eyes of Carol, it was the perfect Christmas Tree. Eddie went hunting on the Christmas Eve and killed a deer for Christmas Dinner. Carol cried because he teased her and said it was Rudolph t

James woke up early on Christmas morning. Knowing that Tres’s little sister would be bursting at the seams with excitement to open presents— come to think of it, Tres probably would be too—he had set the alarm clock on the nightstand to wake him shortly after dawn. He climbed out of bed, stretched away the stiffness from a restful and uneventful sleep, then crossed to the bathroom to shower and refresh himself. When he was finished, he threw on a pair of cotton athletic pants, a t-shirt, some socks, and a hoodie; the temperature had noticeably dropped through the night.

Under the Evergreen lay stacks of gifts of all different sized boxes wrapped in colorful, festive wrapping paper. Tinsel hung from the branches that reflected the roaring fire’s light. “Hey, sweet boy,” Sebastian said as he received his morning cuddles. “Morning, Daddy,” he said with a sleepy smile. “Morning, Zhoni and Gramma Rose. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, muffin,” Rose said with adoration in her voice. She bent and kissed his forehead before heading into the kitchen. “Merry Christmas, Yanaha,” Nizhoni answered smiling.

Ella: As the clock struck 12 on Christmas Eve, I made a wish asking God to send me my saviour and bless my parent’s souls. After attending the midnight mass, we come out of the church to be welcomed by tiny little flakes of snow colouring the whole landscape of this city. There was something so magical about this season, it brought out the best in me! We came home to a brightly decorated house which took me almost a month of planning and execution. The string lights and the star of Bethlehem sparkled amongst tiny balls of cotton resembling snow at the bottom of the tree.

But she knew, this time he wouldn't be coming back. The day turned into night letting the young pale lady wear her coat and gloves before she wrapped a fluffy white muffler around her neck, the weather was extremely chilly, it was the time of Christmas letting the people decorate their houses. The season was welcomed by snow, the city was covered with heavy snowfall and even tonight the tiny snowflakes were rolling in the air as she stepped out.

The night atmosphere was getting quieter and more peaceful. The cold air enveloped Bibury Village, with soft snow falling from the dark sky. The streetlights illuminated the path covered in thin snow, providing a magical atmosphere typical of Christmas Eve. In the midst of the silence, small footsteps could be heard, shattering the silence of the snow beneath them. Stefany, a beautiful and graceful teenage girl, was walking slowly towards her house. The thick jacket she was wearing protected her from the cold, while a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

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.

We dressed slowly, sharing laughs over rumpled clothes. As he left for his night shift, promising coffee tomorrow, the snow outside seemed magical, not isolating. Christmas Eve had gifted connection, turning a doorman's kindness into something profoundly intimate, human, and alive.

I looked at Caroline standing guard over all of us with the same fierce devotion she once reserved only for battle. Finally, I looked at Desmond. The man who had never stopped choosing me. Then I looked at our son. Fred. The newest chapter of our family's story. A gentle smile spread across my face. Outside, evening slowly began settling across the city. Inside, warmth filled every corner of the room. The night before Christmas, my life had become a nightmare. But because of love, courage and the family we built together, I survived that darkness. Now I found myself surrounded by the people I loved, and who loved me in return.