Under The Christmas Tree Robyn Carr の小説・ストーリー

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

"Sorry, to bother you two. I just thought you might want to come out here and join us. It started snowing." I smile at this nut for literally giving me the best Christmas I've ever had. "Be there in a minute yeah?" Nodding her head like small child, Candy runs back down the hall shouting, 'It's actually snowing on Christmas Eve. I turn and watch Robin's timid expression then open the door wider allowing her to see the hallway. "Want to join?" Her expressive green eyes grow soft as she stands, fixing her clothing then nods her head. "You know what? I do."

Wyatt answered as he rang a jingle bell he'd picked out of the box. "This is my first real tree, too. And our," she pointed to Mitch and herself, "first Christmas together. My parents never had a real one when I was little. And my mom always decorated the fake one while I was at school, so I've never decorated one either." Ronnie held out her hand to him for a low five. "Are you ready to learn how with me?" "Okay, but Ms. Marie said we're going to sing Christmas carols and have hot chocolate."

We stepped inside. The reception area was fully decorated for Christmas. My aunt Rosa took holiday season more seriously than any human should. A massive Christmas tree stood in the center, covered in warm lights, red bows, and wooden ornaments handmade at the ranch. Real pine garlands hung from the windows. The smell of cinnamon, pine, and fresh cookies filled the air. “MARCO!” Her voice rang behind the counter. She stepped out wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. “I thought you’d be back only after taking care of the horses!”

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

leave her alone as saying everyone was sleeping. "Come on, to get out on a picnic." He said he carved a car with a letter. Link their fingers together and come both from the back door to the cold external atmosphere. Both the heat of the front headlights and the walking begins on the gravel towards the giant Christmas tree, which was under many gifts already. "What do you think of the herd so far?" He asked. "Oh, everyone is very nice with me and especially Lucy and its companion. They are fun, and we seem fitted for each other. The lady that cooks wonderful I talk with her most of the time too." Carlisia said with Hamas. "Well, good that you are accompanied with everyone." Reverse and stop

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

But for him personally, Eric didn't care as long as they cleared the roads and his power remained. He grimaced at the thought of Carina calling him a Scrooge (Ebenezer Scrooge is the main character in Charles Dickens' novel A Christmas Carol, he's a cold, swindler and greedy man who hates Christmas and hates Christmas. and everything that makes other people happy). She drove him crazy with her love of festivals, redecorating the house, insisting on a real tree, even baking Christmas cakes, which seemed to look better than they tasted. their real. When he told her the truth, she threw cookies at him. At least the hound had cleared the crumbs.

“Give me that. Don’t you have some coffee to drink or something?” “This is much better.” I winked as I handed her the plastic cup. “I can’t believe you have to spend Christmas here,” Jason said with a frown. “That sucks.” In a millisecond, I started gathering words of encouragement for Raven. I’ll be here. We’ll watch Christmas movies and play games. Karen will be coming to visit. She didn’t need any of that, though. “It’s fine,” she answered. “It still feels like Christmas. It doesn’t matter that there’s no tree or caroling or whatever.”