Wrapped Up For Christmas Novels & Stories

Not that the words are hitting home for me this Christmas, the song has lost a bit of it's appeal. Santa Clause is Coming to Town and I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause later and I have my gifts wrapped and near the tree, since there are way too many to fit under there, I stand up and stretch. Wyatt has two more gifts to wrap, so I ask, “Want me to finish those and you can bring in your gifts?”

The green shawl wrapped around her neckline to protect her from the cold, completely matching the Christmas dress code. "You scream of perfection, Prize," I complimented, extending my hand out to her, which she took, and I pulled her closer to me abruptly, which made our chests graze against each other briefly before she steadied in her position. "Merry Christmas," we said in unison, and my chest rioted in happiness. This little girl is bringing out a feeling I didn't know I could have.

I still wasn't sure if the tippage I got while working should've been disgusting or flattering. I brought one half of the paper over the backside of the box and taped the center, then taped the left and right sides. Once the first half was taped, I brought the other half over and taped that one. After taping the width sides, I slapped a tag on the front side and wrote Timmy's name in sharpie. Just to bring some Christmas spirit, I wrote "from Santa" instead of my own name. I capped the sharpie and took a look at my handiwork, before placing the gift in the pile with the rest of my family's presents. I let out a long exhale and stretched. I'd been working almost two hours now wrapping gifts f

I questioned as I settled down on the couch. Shs raised up the box she was wrapping "Gifts for my christmas guests." "Let me help you." I offered taking one of the gifts. I began wrapping them. Christmas was just around the corner, the day after tomorrow and Riley was hosting an evening party for her friends and few colleagues. I invited Sia too, because Riley said I could invite my friends, and we had gotten really close the few months we walked together. I didn't invite Javier though. Riley would really freak out if I did.

In the subsequent folder, a treasure trove of Christmas memories awaited: Jack playfully offering Sarah a Christmas cookie, Sun and Anja donning Santa hats, and a festive mulled wine gathering at the dorm. Following these cheerful moments were snapshots of her family celebrating around the Christmas tree, with Mom modeling a gifted coat, Dad proudly presenting a new tool, and Robert warmly embracing a hefty cookbook.

I went home to rest. The next day, I went in as usual and found the staff busier than normal. There were extra people cleaning and trucks of fresh feed arriving, making the animals restless. Zane must’ve gotten scared. To keep things peaceful over Christmas, he’d finally scraped together some money and splurged a little for the animals.

After a long day we cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fire. The next few days we spent online shopping choosing Christas gifts for his family members. I took all the guidance I could from Nick as I didn’t know some of them and others, I didn’t know that well. One by one as they arrived, I wrapped them up and put them all under the tree. It made it very easy to hide Nick’s present in with them. I had ordered him a crystal decanter and matching glasses with a bottle of his favourite scotch whiskey. I also ordered him some small silly little gifts; one was an infinity symbol with our names engraved and in the middle was the date we met. I came home one day to get more gifts that had arrive

That means it's Christmas! “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” A group of kids—the ones who helped Jaxon wrap the gifts now placed under the tree—run forward to hug Jaxon's legs. I smile at them as Jaxon carefully puts me down, his arm wrapped tight around my waist to keep me close to him. “You're back!” One exclaims excitedly. “It's Christmas! It's Christmas!” Another pulls at his shredded trousers. “We have to open the gifts!” A little girl pouts.

The smell of cinnamon. It was Christmas, seven maybe eight years ago. The snow had blanketed the yard of the Lawson estate, turning the trimmed hedges and marble fountains into glistening sculptures. Inside, warmth radiated from the fireplace and the sound of laughter bounced off the walls. Hugh, wearing an oversized Santa hat, had wrapped an arm around both Damian and Annabelle. "I told you I was good at this wrapping business!" he declared, proudly holding up a clumsily wrapped gift. "Dad, that looks like it was mauled by a raccoon," Damian deadpanned, earning a loud burst of laughter from Annabelle.

I asked if he would trust a lawyer with it and he said he would, so I had one come and he wrote it up for him and he sealed it and the lawyer took it with him, along with the other letters for safe keeping. As Christmas was only a few days away, I couldn’t help but decorate, in the werewolf community, they don’t celebrate as we human’s do, they celebrate the winter solstice and decorate almost the same as we do for Christmas. I went out and bought a bunch of decorations and lights and began decking out the house and garden, which is covered in a light layer of snow.