Wrapped Up For Christmas Novels & Stories

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

And still, Sparkle couldn’t resist trying to reach him. “When we’re at home,” she added, “Hayzel and I put up the Christmas decorations the day after Thanksgiving... You have to have a little restraint, don’t you think? I mean this year, I actually saw Christmas wreaths for sale in September. That’s going a little far for me and I absolutely loooove Christmas.”

With the approaching holiday season, the Athens pack embarked on a joyous endeavor: preparing for Christmas. The meadow transformed into a festive wonderland, adorned with evergreen wreaths, shimmering lights, and colorful ribbons. Pack members, young and old, worked together to deck the halls of our palace, infusing every corner with the spirit of the season. Golder, ever the embodiment of grace and warmth, took charge of organizing the Christmas festivities. Her infectious enthusiasm spread throughout the pack, igniting a joyful anticipation that mirrored the twinkling lights. She exuded a radiant energy, her smile contagious, as she directed pack members in hanging ornaments and arranging

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

I wrap it up in some Christmas paper before placing it under the tree with the rest of the presents Ive bought. I can't wait to see her face when she unwraps it!

Holly “There,” Holly whispered, carefully placing the last piece of tape. She smiled at her work. The wrapping paper was neatly folded around the corners and she’d even made the tape look nice. She wrote Nathan’s name in neat print on the corner. It was possibly the best wrapping she’d ever done on a present. It was just a copy of A Christmas Carol, but it seemed like the perfect Christmas Eve present for Nathan. She’d agonized over which book to get him for the Christmas Eve tradition, but had finally settled on this one.

Arthur tells me. “What are your Christmas traditions?” Max asks; he’s finally back with us. “Ah, the Christmas spirit is designed for children. The joy of Christmas for adults is seeing the joy on the faces of the pack's pups. Every November, the adults come together to make an activity advent calendar for the pups. An example of this would be; on the 1st of the month, we decorate the pack land. On the 2nd, we hold our official secret Santa draw. On the 3rd, we write out our Christmas cards. On the 4th, we hold our Christmas fancy dress party, and we always put our Christmas trees up on the 13th. We include activities such as watching Christmas movies, Christmas cookie and cake baking, and a

“Hey, I heard the news that you’ve made me an uncle, and I couldn’t be more thrilled! But guess what? I’ve got something even more exciting planned!” “I already said no Christmas gifts this year,” I replied, feeling completely exhausted. My spirit was drained, lacking any kind of festive joy. “Oh, it’s Christmas Eve,” Hugo said with a grin. “Feel free to open one gift.” He stood up from the couch, gently placing Estelle back into her little white lace bassinet. He then crouched under the Christmas tree and retrieved the tiniest box, wrapped in plaid paper with a bow that seemed oversized for its size.

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.

It’s the tears of my exes” Which I thought was just too funny. When we had eaten lunch we decided to head back. I went straight up to my room to wrap the presents. I had bought Christmas-themed wrapping paper with a Santa Claus print and another with white snowflakes and glitter on a gray background. I wrapped all the gifts and put a bow on them along with a little note on each gift. I put the gifts back in the bags and decided to put them in my closet for now. It was a walk-in closet so there was plenty of space. I didn't want any of them coming in and seeing them just yet