Zootopia Christmas Novels & Stories

"Call Vladimir worm once more, and I will cut your tongue. Do you hear me?" "Yes, Alpha." After I leave the newly formed pack, I forget my small discussion with Max. When I get home, I am so tired. All I want to do is sleep. But there is no time for it because Christmas is near and is a favorite holiday of the pack. Everyone comes together to prepare for Christmas. We have a big Christmas tree in the park that we usually decorate. All the pups help decorate it. On the 24th we have a big party in the main Pack House for those that were unmated.

It’s snowing today, and I love snow! Christmas is just around the corner, and I can’t wait. I love Christmastime, and I hope that Lorcan does too. By then, we’ll be officially mated as Alpha and Luna, and I plan to make the holiday unforgettable for my mate. We’ll be going to Zidiah’s capital to spend Christmas with the King and Queen at their request. The Royal’s hold an annual Snow Ball, and all Dalgaard’s must attend.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.

he said, spreading his hands over the air like he was displaying something magnificent. “Big?” I said flatly. “That’s all you got?” He shrugged. Then after a moment he said, “Maybe it’s too on the nose, but what about Frosty the Snowman?” I chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re wanting to follow the rules. I thought you were going to say rabbit or turtle dove.” “Twelve days of Christmas!” he yelled excitedly. “Only if we want to be disqualified for not having an actual snowman,” I said, looking him right in the eye.

"Oooh! Yes, yes! Santa’s Village! I forgot about that! Please, Mommy! They have Christmas lights and a big tree and elves and reindeers and—" Jake clapped his hands excitedly. "And hot chocolate!" I sighed dramatically. "Oh, so that’s what you all really want? Hot chocolate, huh?" "Noooo!" they all laughed, shaking their heads. Kate shoved the list into my hands. "Okay, Mommy! That’s the final list! Look!" I took the paper and read it aloud: Woodland Park Zoo Seattle Aquarium Seattle Great Wheel Space Needle Santa’s Village "Hmm… That’s quite a list," I chuckled. "Are you sure you would rather not add ‘Stay home and read books’ to the list?"

Hasn't the rule always been Christmas music starts on Thanksgiving day? The song changes and new lyrics quickly cover the silence. "Here comes Santa paws" makes my steps falter. How this song is worse than the chipmunks, I don't know, but it is. I pass by the line of carts—my sister's dog doesn't need that many Christmas gifts, even if she does treat him like her new baby. The cute little Yorkie was a gift from her new boyfriend. She thinks it's their chance to raise a puppy together, find out what kind of father he'll be and whether or not he is marriage material. I see it as more of a twelve- to eighteen-year reminder she'll have of this guy if they don't work out.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

James shifted closer in his seat, his arm sliding along the shared armrest until his fingers brushed Carly’s thigh. The theater was packed enough that their closeness didn’t stand out, but not so full that anyone was paying attention to the back row. Zootopia played on screen—Judy Hopps chasing a lead, bright colors flashing—but neither of them was really watching anymore.

“Yeah. Come celebrate with me and Scars and Keira. Wolf will be there too and a few other guys, I’m sure. Kansas said something about coming over, and maybe Jinx.” “But – you don’t even know me,” Jo said. “Isn’t Christmas for family?” “Jesus Christ, woman,” Zoe said in mock exasperation. “Haven’t you been listening to a damn word that I’ve been saying?” “Ummm… I think I have.”