Wrapped Up For Christmas Novels & Stories

Who was she worried about? I couldn’t just catch a break. Christmas was five days away and I was supposed to start decorating today (it was late as it was) but this issue was interrupting. I was no longer in the headspace to decorate anything. I just needed the year to be over and the next one to begin. “Don’t be worried, baby.” I heard Jackson speak as he wrapped his hands around my waist from behind. I’d been standing alone in the closet, looking for what I’d wear after showering. “Everything will soon be taken down.”

The silence after hanging up was…holy. I dropped my phone on the couch and stood, stretching my arms overhead while groaning like someone twice my age. My gaze swept across the cabin again. You know what? This could actually work out really great. This felt like something a depressed and unemployed 22 year old ㅡ meㅡ would be interested in on a normal Christmas holiday. Fire. Warmth. Sleep. I set my suitcase to the ground and tripped over it while trying to get to the fireplace. Of course I fucking did.

"I just realized I haven't bought them a puppy yet. Sorry about that, but, got so depressed at what happened when we last met…" "It's ok. There's still tomorrow…" "But it won't be Christmas then. I still have half an hour until midnight. And I think I know just the thing." In just a few moments, the twins were squealing excitedly and laughing delightedly at the gigantic black "puppy" that was willing to play, romp and give them piggyback rides. Finally, all the twins' wishes for Christmas were now complete. Merry Christmas, dear reader… See you this New Year!

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

Alexander furrowed his brow. “They volunteered-ish to help decorate since we will be hosting the family celebration this year. And it must be perfect. This is Gwen and Christina’s first Christmas.” I explained. “Fine. I can’t argue with that.” He conceded. By the time the loves of my life jogged up the driveway, everything was complete, and it was just me standing under red and white candy cane-ish arches that spanned the sidewalk to our front door. My poor baby, Lando, looked like he would drop from exhaustion. Maybe asking him to keep Darren busy on the run was too much. I’ll make it up to him.

"Maxine, you weren't having fun with your toys while I was out, were you?" Thinking about what had just happened with Mr. Larsen, I felt a rush of panic and guilt. Paige could never find out about that. I quickly pretended to be upset and said, "What are you talking about? I had a few drinks with my colleagues tonight since it's Christmas Eve. I told you that, didn't I?" Seeing my reaction, Paige stuck out her tongue playfully. "Alright, alright. I'll stop. I know how shy you are. Oh, by the way, I have to go out again in a bit. Could you give this Christmas gift to my dad for me?"

He loves shopping for gifts for the ones he loves, he loves wrapping said gifts in cute, colorful wrapping paper, he loves eagerly watching as those very gifts are opened and enjoyed. And most of all, he loves the underlying spirit of cheer that’s unmistakable around this time of year. There’s a special kind of energy in the air during Christmas. People seem more charitable, merrier in spirit. They happily wish each other a “Merry Christmas” in parting, extend well-wishes for a joyous New Year. It’s as if during this one season, everyone seems a part of one big family. Akio loves it; he loves it all. He loves it so much that, despite it still being November, he’s already geared up to begin d

She twirled the base, causing a flurry of snow to whirl around an elegant woman dancing like a princess within. "Miss, do you like it? It's our best-seller, and this is the last one left. Would you like me to wrap it up for you?" the employee suggested. Lizzie nodded, "Yes, I'll take it." This was her birthday gift to herself, a Christmas present too.

How had they hidden all of this from me? “Go get changed,” Leo said. “Look, we have snacks.” Adonis and Jay approached me. “You’re not the only one who can do Christmas,” Adonis said, folding me into his arms for a big hug. “Merry Christmas, Willow.” Overcome with emotion, my eyes became wet with tears. This was just as I’d imagined it. It was picture perfect. Every single detail. “We have more Santa presents upstairs,” Logan whispered, also giving me a hug.

Christmas break was just around the corner. A high school group chat that had been dead for years suddenly became lively again. Messages flooded in by the hundreds within minutes. Some people talked about how excited they were to reunite, while others sighed nostalgically about how beautiful those years had been. The class president sent me a private message again, insisting that I attend no matter what. I had ignored every invitation before, but this time, I agreed. Because I wanted to see what they looked like once they failed and had nothing left.