Under The Christmas Tree Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

"We'll be right there, Marjorie." Marjorie nodded and headed toward the kitchen, and Stephen disappeared somewhere. Robyn led me into the living room where the huge Christmas tree stood ready to be decorated. I smiled a little when I saw the open boxes of ornaments, recognizing them, liking the familiarity of the decorating ritual Robyn and I had started together after our parents' death. She was too young to remember, but I had memories of decorating the Christmas tree with our parents in our little house. It was always a bittersweet memory. Robyn took my hand. "Let's have lunch. I want to hear everything. You know, boys, gossip, who's doing who. Although I guess you'll have to tell me that

We laughed, but the raw truth lingered: love blooming in the cold, defying crowns and calluses. As I drove away later, snow swirling, his figure in the rearview grew smaller, but the ache in my body and soul promised return. Christmas had given me more than tradition; it gave me Remmy, raw and real.

“You’re stressing yourself over tomorrow, aren’t you?” I groaned. “Is it that obvious?” “Like neon lights, girl. Relax! You’ve been working hard. It’s going to be perfect, and you know it.” I shook my head, though I couldn’t help but smile. Leave it to Rosy to know exactly when to barge in and pull me back to reality. “Yeah,” I muttered, more to myself than her. “It’ll all work out.” “Of course, it will,” she said confidently, nudging me. “Especially with Mr. Christmas Miracle in your corner.”

Ryan joined Tally and Noah, warmly embracing his wife and planting a loving kiss on her cheek. The anticipation of being alone with her overwhelmed him; she was truly captivating, both inside and out, igniting a passionate desire within him. Ryan positioned her so that she was resting against his chest, remaining close. She could feel his growing arousal pressing against her backside, causing her to catch her breath. Smiling, Ryan reached around Tally to shake Noah’s hand. “Merry Christmas, Noah.”

You seem a little too confident of yourself right now, V. “Why shouldn’t I be, Roth? By now, she and her babies must be so excited going through the gifts I sent her. Especially, the Christmas Tree.” Like before, I think you’re making a mistake, Vincent. “Full name, huh? You must really be upset, Roth.”

But then I looked at her, her eyes wide, lips parted in a smile that was all light and wonder, and I forgot the tree entirely. Because for all the work, all the bickering, all the cold and sweat and fire, this was the first Christmas she’d ever had. And I would give her a hundred more to keep that smile. The tree still glowed when dawn broke the next morning, but the sky outside was brighter still, clouds heavy and white, snow falling so thick it muffled the Ember Hills to silence. By midday, the drifts were knee-deep, and I wasn’t about to let it go to waste.

she asked. Austin looked at her in confusion. "What are you trying to say? Winter! Watch out!" Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and struck the cherry blossom tree by the roadside. A huge branch broke off the tree, sending both Cara and Winter tumbling down the path until both their bodies hung precariously over the cliff. Austin immediately jumped down and grabbed both Cara's and Winter's wrists at the same time, tiny rocks tumbling down from the top of the cliff. His hand was split, and his blood dripped onto Cara's pale, terrified face as the rocks under her feet began cracking with a bone-chilling sound.

So we needed to know more than we currently do about each other. Once we were both finished I leaned forward, my elbows on the table. "I know its only 9 o'clock but should we go get ready for the errands we need to run?" "There's more than one errand?" "Yep!" I beamed. I was going to show Knox all that Rutland has to offer. It may be cold, and maybe snowing, but Rutland at Christmas time was the best. Every store and building decorated to the nines. Plus we had a few days before Christmas to do some stuff.

She asked, knowing fully well that the shop owners wouldn't have stopped playing carols and that some decorations would still be up, some bells would still be jingling. "Well, Nate and I have put down our Christmas tree, but Will absolutely loved it, he was fascinated about the shiny like lights and the sparkling ornaments, he would sit and look at it forever." Rhea laughed at how alike her son and Rory's son were, she smiled as she remembered how much Theo had loved the Christmas tree.

and offering her his hand, which she gladly took, and he led her through the golden door from which he had appeared moments ago. Inside was what could only be described as a cozy little cottage. There was a roaring fireplace, the mantel topped with large green garland adorned with pine cones and shiny Christmas bulbs in red and gold. The sides of the fireplace were flanked with penguin sentinels carved into the rich oak. Two over-stuffed chairs sat nearby, and a full Christmas tree, decorated with various ornaments of all shapes and sizes, mostly in red and gold, filled the back corner near a window covered with thick red drapes. “Please have a seat,” Santa Claus said, offering her the seat