Novel & Cerita Wrapped Up For Christmas

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Or maybe…. “Holly.” My thoughts were cut off by my manager calling out to me. I switched my attention to her. “Yes?” “I need you to move to gift wrapping duty, okay? Caroline will be covering the register,” she explained. Honestly, I was excited to move to gift wrapping. Stocking or working the register was okay, but gift wrapping was where all the fun was. It was the best place in the house to hone in on the Christmas spirit and share it. I loved wrapping presents, and I had the skill for making the perfect folds and crisp straight lines. Plus I got to add little ribbons and strings and decorations to make it fancier, to give it more character.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "Long ago, at the North pole dwelt the children's Favorite person, Santa Claus. Every Christmas he'd Sneak in the kid's room and leave there a gift according To how nice they'd been all year long. Santa had many elves helping him with Gifts Synthesis, preparations, and Delivery. Among those Elves, there were two of them that fell in love with Each other! They were both from the Gift-wrapping Department. Every month they'd give each other a Gift. A boy elf was very good at wrapping gifts, he Was very good at making up things and Fantasizing Stories, which the girl elf loved to listen to. The boy Elf would invent every possible design of w

BOOK EIGHT: A CUNNINGHAM CHRISTMAS - WARD - December 23rd The tree is up. The stockings hung. The wreaths placed on every door, the garlands hung across every window. But it's not enough. Over the past month, we've turned this estate into a holiday wonderland. This house is so huge I thought I'd never run out of things to do. But I have. The place is an explosion of tinsel and ribbons. The gardens are covered in twinkling lights. And now I don't know what the fuck to do with myself.

Under the Evergreen lay stacks of gifts of all different sized boxes wrapped in colorful, festive wrapping paper. Tinsel hung from the branches that reflected the roaring fire’s light. “Hey, sweet boy,” Sebastian said as he received his morning cuddles. “Morning, Daddy,” he said with a sleepy smile. “Morning, Zhoni and Gramma Rose. Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, muffin,” Rose said with adoration in her voice. She bent and kissed his forehead before heading into the kitchen. “Merry Christmas, Yanaha,” Nizhoni answered smiling.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

"And to celebrate, this time I get to be in charge. And on top." He held up his wrist with the cuffs. "Already waiting for you, darlin'. All you have to do is tie me up and celebrate. I'll be your present for Christmas and forever."

It was good to see the boys were looking forward to it just as much as I was, getting right into the spirit of Christmas. Mason and Lucas were busy wrapping the presents they'd purchased. Grayson refused to wrap anything and instead stuffed everything inside gift bags. Alex was the most organized person in the universe. He bought most of his gifts at the start of the year and had already wrapped them. I finished all my wrapping earlier in the day while the boys drove to town for last-minute essentials. “What're you doing?” Grayson questioned, scrunching his face as he watched me arranging a mince pie, a carrot, and a glass of brandy on a plate.

Evan Wolversen ran through the Packhouse of the Black River Pack. Life was settling down after all the fighting and, of course, his birthday. Now there was a lot of excitement buzzing about as everyone started getting ready for Yule’s first day. He’d been learning all about Yuletide; it’s crazy long celebrations. Who would have thought of Christmas celebrated from December twenty-first to the New Year? It was one party that lasted the whole time. His pup grouping was getting together to finish making yule presents for everyone. It seemed to like a lot of work. But everyone got a present every day of Yule. Little things like cards, ornaments, food, and toys.

The wrapping table. Elara dragged me to it early in the morning while humming a cheerful little tune that made me suspicious. No one hummed like that unless they were planning mischief. The table was covered in supplies. Paper rolls in glittering colors. Ribbons tied like snakes in coils. Shiny bows. Tags shaped like tiny reindeer heads. And tape. Lots of tape. Elara clapped her hands. “This is part of your training.” “Training for what,” I asked. “Christmas survival,” she said with great solemnity. “You must learn how to wrap a present.”