Wrapped Up Christmas Novels & Stories

The third room is locked. I stand in front of the locked door for a long moment, hand on the handle, knowing this is important. Why lock a door in your own home unless you're hiding something? I move on before I get caught. The hallway opened into a massive living area, all windows and modern furniture and that enormous Christmas tree I saw when I first woke up. Presents are stacked underneath, wrapped in silver and white. I wonder if any of them are real or if they're just props in the set design of our supposed perfect life.

Ethan picked up the toys that were scattered on the floor. He put those toys one by one onto the treasure box. As he picked up the last toy, he stumbled upon the Christmas gift, and he placed it back again where it should be. He stood up straight, touching the Christmas tree with his hands. It's that time of the year again, and every time this holiday comes, sadness seeps in. The nostalgic feeling always comes back because this is the time where he and Chad end things.

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!”

Charlene wanted to buy a new plant after work because she realized one of her plants at home was withering. She noticed what her coworker had mentioned: Santa Claus decorations and Christmas trees were all over the mall. There was a tangible sense of celebration. People were swarming the streets, either in groups or in pairs. Overwhelmed by the festive spirit, Charlene was temporarily immobile as she observed the vibrant surroundings surrounding her.

Something I assumed her mum had made her wear. Gift wrap lay strewn across the floor as everyone tore open their presents unforgivingly. Kids ran around the house with the latest drones and toy sets while the adults began Christmas Lunch. It was a day I had never really understood. Gifts were wrapped in pretty paper, glittery ribbons and bows only to be torn apart moments later. I watched as Emiliana opened box after box of designer jewelry and outfits with disappointment. That look on her face, she could hide it from her family but I saw straight through it.

replied Patricia mentioning all wishes for Christmas gifts. "There are so many gifts you want. But, I will help you make it happen," said Gustav, smiling sweetly. "Thank you for helping me with everything. I really hope our final plan will work out well and we can clean things up just as well," said Patricia. Gustav had now taken out a small box from the pocket of the coat the man was wearing. The box is wrapped in red, white and green wrapping paper. The man handed it to Patricia. "Christmas present for you," said Gustav calmly without stopping his sweet smile. Patricia looked at the man then reached for the small gift box.

I say and she smiles "Anyways, have you ever wrapped a present before? Well, you know, some find it very hard to wrap a present" "Yeah, I have done that couple of times," I say Wrapping presents is something I always do during holidays or aside from holiday periods. During Christmas, I always wrap my presents because mom usually takes shifts and didn’t have time to celebrate or wrap presents for me. So anytime she gets me something for Christmas, I wrap it up and pretend to be surprised after I open it. Don’t sympathize with me, I enjoyed those moments and besides it didn’t last because after Barbara found out she started giving me gifts for Christmas and I didn’t have to pretend to be surpr

His hands cup my face and make me look at him, “Well, we may consider our workers as family, but let’s not forget they also have families they want to spend time with outside there and it’s only fair.” I lean in and kiss him while undoing the last of his buttons, before pulling away, “You’re right, you’re so wise, Christmas isn’t about how many people we have around us, it’s about the little we have and how we choose to look at it, and I’ve got you and the boys so that’s a lot.” “Yes, my love, how did the gift wrapping go?” “Great, the only one left is the one who has been touring the UK.” I joke, biting my lips gingerly.

COLEEN I woke up to the soft glow of Christmas lights reflecting off the windowpane. Outside, the world was blanketed in white snowflakes drifting lazily from the sky as if time itself had decided to move slower for the holidays. The smell of pine and cinnamon drifted from the living room, where Hayden was currently doing a terrible job of wrapping presents. He’d been banned from using tape after he’d somehow managed to glue two rolls together, but he was too stubborn to give up. I watched him from the couch, fighting back a laugh as he tried to wrangle the wrapping paper into submission.

They'd open them and squeal like children, so excited someone who loved them would give so freely. The scent of roast turkey would waft in the air as they gathered up the wrapping paper and placed their opened gifts back under the tree. They'd sit on the couch and admire all the Christmas decorations spread throughout the house, stockings hung on the mantle, and a beautiful display of fat red candles surrounded by greenery and holly berries.