She woke up ecstatic thinking today’s the day; full of nervous energy she rolls out of bed and heads for a hot shower. Once finished she walks back to her bedroom, dressing in the beautiful flowing purple halter dress he sent her. Once happy she heads downstairs to the foyer. Looking around nervously as she waits by the Christmas tree, glancing at her watch she starts to wonder where he is... That when she hears a voice s...

Christmas time has come around once more. People were flooding stores buying up whatever gifts they could before time ran out. Houses were decked in lights and all sorts of inflatable Santas, snowmen, and animatronic reindeer. Here and there chimney smoke clouded the otherwise clear skies. And through it all, one could feel the holiday spirit descending upon the town."What can I get for you tonight," the bartender asked a...

"It's not what it looks like," he said as I walked in. Ever since I was little I’d wanted to meet Santa, but silently sneaking down the stairs on Christmas Eve to find him standing over my father’s body was not how I’d pictured it. "You’ve kill my dad!" I cried as I rushed over to him. A glass of milk was spilled on the floor and chocolate chip cookies lay scattered like my broken hopes and dreams. "No, I didn’t. I promis...

She woke up ecstatic to complete the scrapbook she was making for Angel, her boyfriend. She had painted the pages, pasted pictures, the only thing left was to fill in words. Her mind was blank as she sat looking at the scrapbook. She missed him. He was away, in Spain. It had been too long. She knew time would stretch longer. She let her emotions flow and wrote with all her heart. Then, satisfied she kept the pen down and...

The Christmas present ticked ominously from under the tree. Sam glanced at it suspiciously. She remembered the argument she had from the day before and sighed heavily. It was always something. She glared again at the innocuous-looking gift as Jane, her sister, entered the room. "Time to open them!" Jane yelled enthusiastically. Sam cringed, but picked up the little green package and ripped the paper. She stared open-mouth...

When I was growing up, Christmas used to be a magical time to me. I was raised a catholic and we went to church every Sunday. Christmas then however, was more than just religious. It was a true family celebration, and on Christmas day, our family of five, my parents, brother, sister and me, always expanded. My aunt who wasn't married would be there, and usually some colleague of my father, that did not have anyone to cele...

Chapter Eighteen: Christmas On Christmas day the mansion was transformed in a spectrum of colors that rose from the ground and covered the walls, ceiling and everything inside the mansion. Everything these colors of light washed over transformed its surface into something new entirely. The monotone walls changed into vibrant hues of red and green. Sparkling ornaments on diamond strings hung from the ceilings. And massive...

I came to live with this family in 1988, when they moved across the country, leaving family and friends behind in search of a new beginning and a better life. I was already here in California, waiting for a new home and family to watch over. They arrived here on New Year's Day into a motel where they lived for six weeks while their new house became ready for them. To become familiar with where they lived, they ventured ou...

To heck with “Toys for Tots!” Instead think “Toys for Tottlers!” Because tottlers (seniors who walk unsteadily and just tottle along for whatever the reason) are much needier than kids. Their friends have all died or are so out of it that they may as well be ornaments dangling on a tree. So the tottler frequently faces Christmas alone. Don’t buy a teddy bear and put it in some box at a church. Buy a carton of lubricated c...

"She seems quite taken with you," Nadja said. Nadja was one of the senior supervisors of the library. We often had lunch together and we talked about pretty much anything. Today, she caught me off guard."Who?" I asked. "The young one. Short with brunette hair," she said, "Looks a bit like a fairy." "Amelia?" I said quizzically, "Naw." Amelia was sweet to everyone. She was energetic and spirited around everyone. Nadja squi...

I checked my watch. I had been waiting for her for almost 20 minutes. I grinned and chuckled to myself. No, I'd been waiting longer. I leaned against the railing overlooking the square. The air was crisp and cool. It felt good to inhale it deep into my lungs. It had been a mild winter so far. They were only able to open the square's outdoor skating rink just a week before Christmas, weeks later than usual. Skaters shuffle...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Once upon a time, there was a little Christmas fairy. She was a beautiful little Christmas fairy! Her lips were as pink as sugar mice, and her eyes were holly-green, like the holly sprig she wore. Her curly hair was a mane of spun gold, and her wings shimmered liked feathered frost. Her dress had a garland of roses, and was wov...

My most vivid memory of my evening with Prancer is not his admission that he was a murderer. Though unnerving it was consistent with his obvious paranoia. The most vivid memories are of what happened when I committed the faux pas of offering Prancer chopsticks with his General Tso’s chicken. Prancer was volatile. He could be aggressive one moment, but gentle and submissive the next. How I wound up eating Chinese food with...

The pines are hanging lowWeighted by the new fallen snowIt looks as though the cloudsHave fallen to the ground belowThe white replaces the greenMaking a winter wonderland sceneAnd the woodland creatures aboutMake all your senses keenSnowflakes falling with their graceWinding and weaving, down they raceCovering the dead of winter's pastMaking the world a better placeSo white, and all so pureThey bring the world a cureFrom...

12/01/10 new Children around the world waiting for Christmas day So many letters to Santa, with so many things to say. Asking for every toy ever known to man And all his little elves giving a helping hand. It is no longer dolls, wooden soldiers, and rubber balls That they ask for today. It is computers and computer games, Nintendo’s and wii”s That on TVs. you could see virtual reality. Cell phones and kindles to read your...