Under The Christmas Tree Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

Brayan asks, his big round eyes widening as he pleads, and there’s no way I’m saying no to that. “Fine,” I tell him. This is the last of the Christmas decor anyway, so he can get to put it up. I hand him the flower, pick him up to give him some added height, and I direct him to hang the mistletoe over the door knocker. “WOW! It’s so nice and pretty. This is where kisses happen right?” Brayan asks innocently, and I nod. He turns to face me, malice glinting in his baby eyes, and already knowing that he’s about to ask when I’ll kiss a girl here, I attack him with a ton of kisses. Since he’s in my arms, there’s really nothing else for him to do other than twist in my grasp.

When she finishes, she holds it up so I can see. Edmund's tree. In her hand. In the specific impressionistic language she brings to everything. The structure is clear. The branches are reaching. In the corner, CB. "Merry Christmas, Edmund," she says. "Merry Christmas," he says. "To all three of you." She looks at me when he says that. The specific warmth of being included as three by a man who understands exactly what that means.

Ava’s POV One week until Christmas Eve, and Jamie showed up with a tree strapped to the roof of a borrowed car. It wasn’t a massive one, just a modest little fir that fit snugly in the corner of the library without demanding we rearrange the furniture. She hauled it through the front door herself, pine needles scattering across the floor, her cheeks flushed from the cold and her eyes bright with that particular ferocity she got when she'd decided something was happening and heaven help whoever stood in her way.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

Ryan The morning after Christmas felt warm, which was strange due to the freezing temperature outside, but I knew the fuzzy feeling of warmth that had enveloped me when I cracked my eyes open had nothing to do with the weather but had everything to do with the woman tucked into my side, her head lying on my chest and snoring softly.

“Come with me, baby.” She did for the fourth time, screaming my name into the night as she gushed all around my cock. “Ahhh….nghhggg…Kane…..mmmm….Kane” I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pulsing, flooding her, painting, claiming every inch of her. We stayed locked together, panting. Snowflakes starting to fall around us like a fucking movie. I pressed my forehead to hers. “Merry Christmas, Elena.”

I giggle while playing with the tinsel in my hands. Danny laughs from behind the tree. “I’ll call the reception to have them bring us one.” “Rich people are just crazy. Having interior designers decorating a tree this big for no celebration,” I chuckle, throwing tinsel up the tree. “But at least you always had a very nice tree here.” Danny hums as he walks to the exit to call the reception from the phone in the foyer. “What do you mean? Arawn never had a tree when I crashed in for the night on Christmas.”

Ryan says as he tries coax me. "Did you bring gifts for me?" I ask. "Yes." He says as he puts his arm around me. "Did you take care of yourself there?" I ask as I look at him. "Yes. Look mistletoe, now we have to kiss and make up." He says as he puts mistletoe above my head and I giggle. We kiss each other and I finally feel at home. His hot lips feel nice in this cold weather. We join the family after Ryan gets changed and celebrate Christmas. Ryan praises me for my work on the Christmas tree and gifts I bought for others.

Christmas carolers milled about, singing merrily around the large Christmas tree in the square. Cayden and his men had cut down the tree, just like they did every year. They had cut down the biggest, fullest fir they could find in the surrounding forest and dragged it back to the town square, where the children decorated it with tinsel and garlands made from popcorn and cranberries. The crows always ate the popcorn and cranberries, but we never minded. It was a symbol of good luck; the village would prosper in the next year. But the crows never ate the garlands.

“Come to Grandma, little man!” Rowan went willingly, waving a chubby fist like a king dismissing his subjects. We made it halfway to the barn before Cassie yelled, “I see you two! Five minutes means five minutes, not twenty!” Rhett flipped her off behind his back. I laughed so hard I had to lean on him to stay upright. **** Santa Ynez Valley – December 23, two days before Christmas “Why does the Christmas tree look like that?” Nina asked, eyes wide at the absolute chaos that was our twelve-foot noble fir Christmas tree.