Ya Books About Christmas Novels & Stories

Her little fingers traced circles on the cold glass. “Because he knocked on my window last year.” My entire skeleton froze. “What?” She nodded, hugging her reindeer tighter. “He asked me if I wanted a Christmas surprise. He said all I had to do was let him in.” “Tell me you didn’t.” “I didn’t… but he said he’d come back.” Oh, fantastic. Wonderful. Great. A cheerful holiday tradition of traumatizing children. I knelt down. “Ivy… you should’ve told someone.”

Right at that moment, he wanted to check Intern Yoon’s resume but unfortunately, he can’t since he is not using his office laptop. “No… this might be a coincidence; Intern Yoon cannot be that girl who has the back-up of those strange people. Yes, ‘SY’ might stand for something else… and even if it’s Su Yeon, they both just share the same name…” he convinced himself and went to sleep. … Christmas Eve came in no time… The whole Imperial City was shining with colorful lights with a light dusting of snow… A huge Christmas tree was standing proudly with dazzle at almost every shop and place…

His mother had really been a godsend. After he dressed her in her Christmas pajamas and her dress was properly hung in the closet, he pulled back the blankets on her bed. "Okay, little girl. Time for bed." Abby hopped up into bed. Then Taren tucked her in and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Would you like me to read you The Night Before Christmas?" "You mean, A Visit from St. Nicholas?"

“Tell me what’s going on or I’ll tell Megan that you ruined that last batch of cookies.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would. Now, spill.” Currently, the two women stood in Jubilee and Heath’s room in the cabin while the rest of the family were either downstairs or outside. It was Christmas Day, and they’d just opened presents, which had mostly entailed watching James and the babies rip open packages with glee. Bea and Bennett had ripped open their gifts with a bloodlust that would’ve been frightening if it hadn’t been so cute. Evie was too little to do much other than pull on the ribbons as her parents helped her unwrap her gifts.

Christmas. The word itself manages to bring happiness in your mind. It is like New Year started a week early. I would like to tell all the Christmas haters out there that something is seriously wrong with you. The tree, the gifts, mass and family is enough to bring joy to anyone around. Which I am very hurt that this Christmas I will be alone in New York. But hey Christmas in New York isn’t bad.

He'd told her over the phone that he had a special present for her for their first Christmas together that he was picking up on the way home from work. Christmas... Ashley wrinkled her nose in disgust at the term as it was yet another way that the Anglo-Saxons had tried to totally stamp out the old ways by incorporating Yule with their own beliefs. She'd expressed her distaste at James' insistence at decorating his house in the gaudy festive lights and wreaths and tree but relented when he said that he was integrating Yule into it as well by supply a Yule Log and other appropriate decorations. Ashley had totally shut up about the whole issue when he had mentioned that it was a reminder to hi

I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi. I was a bit depressed, because the year was gradually coming to an end. Christmas was fast approaching. And I dreaded it, as misfortunes happen to me few days to Christmas. I shuddered at the fear of what might happen this time around. Last year my wedding engagement was cancelled few days to Christmas. A year ago I lost my job few days to christmas, two years ago I almost got raped few days to christmas by a thug in the car park, thank God I was saved before he penetrated into me. I marked that day as a day I won't ever forget. Three years ago I was in a coma few days to christmas because my Fiance smashed a bottle of wine on my head. My

Chapter 275 Cleo There are little indicators that remind you that it's that time of the year again and when is that time of year again you know that it's time to buy gifts get gifts for people play Father Christmas tell the kids that there is a secret of watching them so that they may behave and be good for Father Christmas I admire I pulled a of I won't tell my age because it's rude to ask a lady their age but I still believe in Santa and I still believe in the magic of Christmas and when; Maria's birthday comes around. After her birthday it is down hill to Christmas .

Ayla's POV A year ago, Christmas meant silence — not the peaceful kind, but the kind you learned to make yourself small inside. Sitting at the edge of things. Watching other people's warmth from a careful distance, like something you could look at but never touch. This Christmas, the packhouse was so loud I could feel it in my chest. Children—ours and the pack's—chased each other through the hallways with tinsel trailing behind them. The smell of Luna Ria's cooking filled every room. Laughter came from the kitchen, where Ryker had already been banned twice for stealing food before it was ready.