Very Short Christmas Stories Novels & Stories

“I work with time and it’s almost time for me to do something else.” “Alright... stay safe, December is tomorrow and this year’s Christmas will be very long.”“Hahaha... it reminds me of long Halloween. Only that, this time around, no one will be on costumes. No one is trick or treating and Santa is gonna come earlier than normal...” she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?”

The baby cried her first cry and everyone smiled with joy in their hearts. In that beautiful moment, Ace moved closer to his tired wife, gave her a soft peck on her forehead and gently muttered; “Thank You God!”. End of story!

“No, I don't believe in such things.” “The man we were supposed to meet for you couldn't come because his cat got into an accident, so tomorrow we will know if you meeting Mr stranger was fate or,” Clover took one bottle of alcohol from the bag, “Thanks, Goodnight,” she said and walked away to her room. I didn't know what tomorrow held, Zade and everyone we grew up with were going to be around for Christmas. How do I face the fact that Zade and I broke up? Will Christmas still be the same with everyone? I finished my alcohol and went to bed.

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare

Gone. She tried not to think but memories shot through herAudrey's cherry red cheeks, so young and cherubic as she held up the pair of tiny kittens for Christmas. Muff falling asleep in Audrey's lap listening to Cedric sing Christmas carols. The black and white ball of fur struggling to climb the stairs behind Cedriclittle paws batting his Hessian boots for attention. She told him all the stories of the constellations and the charmer that he was, Muff would rub his furry whiskered cheek against her chin, purring loudly. Horatia tripped in the snow, falling on her knees. Pain lanced up towards her heart. Her parents had given them to her and Audrey the Christmas before they'd died.

Mark shooed him away from the back room and chased him toward where the elves were still handing out toys, having the time of their lives. “Guys, guys!” Jake told his friends. “You’re never going to believe this, but I saw Ms. Jones kissing Santa Claus!” Merryweather “Well, that worked out marvelously,” Merryweather said to Flora. “I agree. I was a little worried there for a bit,” Flora told her. “But Fauna did a marvelous job.” “Fauna did a marvelous job?” Merryweather asked, raising an eyebrow. “And you,” Flora said, obviously appeasing her. “What will happen next for them?”

Reaching out, she gave one of the girl’s pigtails a tug. “I promise, there will be lots of trees when we get into town. But remember, we’re getting a little one this year, okay?” Because of the Grinch and his aversion to all things festive. “I know! It’s like a fairy tree because it’s tiny and can go on a table to put in our room because Kaleb doesn’t like Christmas.” Her head tipped to one side. “How come he doesn’t, Mommy? Everybody likes presents. And Santa… And the reindeers, and Christmas trees filled with lights and all the merry stuff… How come, Mommy?”

Which means. Her huge eyes went on Ammar to confirm, Ammar, who was already looking at her, nods his head then rolled his eyes at his friends. Telling her he wasn't planning to break the good news like that. A huge smile made its way on Subh-Dil's face as she looked at Rida, thanking her. "Let's have some sweet on this occasion." Nitin seems to be the only sensible person, as he opened the sweet box, which he bought for them.

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”