Zootopia Christmas Novels & Stories

"Dig in, Lyra. These are all your favorites." Dad quietly looked on. He lifted his wine glass and said softly to the empty seat, "Merry Christmas, Lyra." Ava and Jamie also joined in, saying, "Merry Christmas, Lyra." Outside, fireworks burst again, lighting the night sky. They were as bright and lively as last year, but this time, a member of the family was missing, and she was gone forever. That blizzard at the rest stop last Christmas had frozen an 18-year-old Omega she-wolf to death, and with her, the hearts of an entire family died, too.

I looked at the wall clock, and she was right. Lory and I both stood up and walked toward the kids, while Dark carried Cally over to join us. Phoenix adjusted his camera for a family photoshoot, already wearing his Christmas hat. I noticed Zebbie holding handmade Christmas cards, while Athena was carefully unboxing her Christmas cookies. Zeus simply observed Athena, his attention fixed on her every move, while Zephyr moved closer to his father’s side. “Christmas here in the Philippines really is special,” Lory said softly, a smile spreading across her face.

like someone just told him the Easter Bunny was moving in. Mason (dressed as a very tired Zombie ) just sighed and turned to Zoe. “Congratulations Zoe,” his face splitting into a full, proud smile. Rhett (who had gone full cowboy skeleton, black hat, black duster, bones painted on everything) clapped Liam on the back hard enough to make the poor man stumble. “Welcome to the circus, son. No refunds.” Then the men plus all the kids headed out for trick-or-treating in town. Rhett, Mason, Levi, Liam, and Vance herded the chaos brigade:

I said. "Merry Christmas honey. How was your night?"dad said. "It was fine thanks". "I see you're excited about today" mum said, giving me a big smile. "So excited" I grinned. "Well, you know you won't be leaving without an escort" dad said. "I know dad" I said, feeling slightly annoyed. "And there is going to be added security so you'll feel safe" mum added. "More like caged" I muttered. "What did you say?" Dad asked.

he asked, still awestruck by the view above him. “That is what most people do on shooting stars,” Molly teased. “Although, considering the time of year, it should probably be a Christmas wish.” “A Christmas wish, of course. You want me to make a Christmas wish.” He shook his head but smiled. “Well then, let’s see... What do I want for Christmas? A pony?” “Take it seriously,” Molly told him, giving him a gentle bump with her shoulder. “Christmas magic is a powerful thing. You should always be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.”

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.

Nate said immediately, and the others nodded with warm, understanding smiles. I answered, and was instantly greeted by a cheerful chorus of "Merry Christmas!" from a handful of beloved voices. The screen showed my whole family gathered in the mansion's living room with my mom and dad on the sofa, Zoey holding Matt, and Christian half visible at the edge of the frame. "Merry Christmas to you too!" I said, a wave of homesick tenderness washing over me at the sight of them all together. "Look who's here," Zoey said, turning the camera toward Matt, who was wearing an adorable little red Christmas hat and drooling on his fist.

One soft click. The picture came out tasteful but teasing, enough to make him grin. She smiled, selected Darren’s name, hit send. Then tossed her phone onto the bed and poured herself a glass of cheap red wine. Next week, she'd have her bags packed, ready to head to Maysville, the small town she'd grown up in for Christmas. Her holiday plan was just perfect! Her playlist hummed to life; jazzy, lazy Christmas tunes filling the air. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She even started humming along, thinking about what tomorrow morning would look like. Morning pancakes, bad movies, Darren’s laugh…

Christmas was looming, yet somehow, it didn't feel quite as festively joyful as it had other years. "I told you," I muttered, not turning around. "I'm fine. Just. it's a lot. The holidays. Everything. Hazel, the house. Your mom." Jaxon let out a deep sigh as he stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. "I understand. It's a lot for you." A beat later, he strolled over to where I was standing, his voice now low. "I want you to know, though, that I'm not doing this to make anything harder. I just want to give Hazel the best Christmas possible.

I saw a wolf who had just cleared the board. Jeffrey had left the previous evening after a friend called to say he was in town. That left just the three of us. Again. Me. Chloe. And the man who had spent the last forty-eight hours systematically stripping away every layer of my resistance. *** "Come on, Maya! Stop looking so gloomy. It's Christmas Eve!" Chloe's voice snapped me out of my trance. She was sitting cross-legged on the plush white rug in front of the massive stone fireplace, holding a glass of champagne.