Ya Books About Christmas Novels & Stories

“You rode a motorcycle all the way here in this weather? What about the storm?” “I like to live dangerously. Getting home will not be boring. We’ll see if I need to get a room or not.” “Seems rather badly planned.” “Only your repeated calls so close to the holidays. At this rate, I’m going to miss Yule all together.” “Yule?” “Yes, the holiday that Christmas stole every tradition from. That Yule December twenty-first to January first. That Yule, we have family coming in from all over this year. Some of them we’ve never even met before. It’s kind of important.”

It read, in big block print, “Santa’s Workshop.” “Right,” Serendipity nodded, realizing that if she could read, she would have known that. Her face lost a bit of the glimmer from before, but she still stared in awe. “How amazing!” she whispered, looking up at several stories of glass windows and the brightly dressed elves scurrying about with various toys, different patterns of wrapping paper, and other items essential to making and finishing off Christmas presents.

Seeing them made her heart ache. “Someone else might as well enjoy them,” she said to herself, picking up all three and bringing them into the car with her. She was going to a Christmas party where gifts would be given to anyone and everyone. Surely, there was someone in town that would like a copy of The Christmas Carol and a large Devonsville T-shirt. The ride to her father’s bookstore was cold. She tried to enjoy the fresh snow on the trees, the white and blue of the mountains, and the twinkle of lights in every pine tree, but she felt hollow inside.

They spoke for a moment and he quietly kept on moving towards the exit . My life is doing great even after being married for two year . Well being married doesn't mean your life will be showered with roses. There are up's and down's. It just depends on how you handle such situations . Today being the 25 of December my step mom has organised a Christmas dinner just like every year just that this year is going to be something special with the news I have . I walked hand on hand with Henry to mom's garden where I saw so many dishes arranged in a circular motion on the table . I saw my brother talking with mom holding hands with his son like the proud father he is and his wife standing beside

I asked Ace when we were out of the family sight. “You know how you missed Christmas Eve and how you miss Christmas too?” Ace opened the door to my room, “I wanted to give it to you.” My jaw dropped as I saw how beautifully decorated my room was. He had decorated the rooms with light, there was a Christmas tree and gifts under the tree. There were snacks and a projector. “It's beautiful,” I smiled as I entered the room, “Why did you do all this?” “I know I can't bring the 24th and 25th but I hope this will be okay? I also wanted to thank you for saving me,” Ace shut the door behind him.

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

"I want to spend Christmas with my dad this year, I don't want to do anything special, I just want to spend Christmas like a normal family." "Your dad is always with you, sweetheart," I told her, before I remembered the reason why Arthur disliked Christmas. "Well, I pray your wish would be granted." But Hayley nodded, her excitement palpable as she continued to narrate what she had heard from her Christmas stories. "I heard somewhere that if I write my wishes on a note and send it as a letter to Santa Claus, he will make my wishes come true. I hear he is in the North Pole, I just don't know what part it is. So I need to know where he lives so I can write the address."

It had simply grown, the way things grow when you leave enough room. "What's the intention?" Theo asked. Jamie turned to me, her expression fierce and warm at the same time. "That Christmas is happening in this house. Regardless of elder councils or winter gatherings or whatever the wolf world has planned for the twenty-fourth." She fixed me with a look that brooked no argument. "Christmas. Is. Happening." I stared at the tree. At the library corner with its lamp and its worn armchair and the bookshelves holding a century of Hawthorne history. At my mother's photograph on the windowsill, still watching over all of it.

Finally, the car stopped at a park. With Christmas trees and lights all over the place. So many fun activities are going on. It was snowing. I came down and started jumping, and the loud Christmas music made it more fun. “Merry Christmas!” I screamed. Did he just smile? Zayne was watching me play around. I dragged him into the circle and made him jump with me. This felt so good. “Here, have this jacket. It is very cold.” He removed his jacket and gave it to me, but I was finding it difficult to put it on because of the gloves on my hands.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.