“Santa’s comin’ to town ‘n’ he’s keeping a list, so I better be good,” Jill sang off-key, mangling the well-known Christmas tune.

Jacquie Biggar

I work extra shifts to send them money at Christmas. They need money more than they need me.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair

Last year, Zoe had dug out her tiny, tabletop tree from her storage space, pulled the wire branches down into position, and simply plugged it in. Voila, instant Christmas.

Claire Gem

At Christmas, she had appeared very much at home in her father’s house and not in any hurry to leave.

Joanne Guidoccio

She tilted her head back and imagined him standing behind her, his hands strong on her shoulders, while they looked out over their land, celebrated yet another Christmas together.

Kathryn Jane

I dart to the basement like a race horse set free from a stall at the Derby and freeze mid stride when I notice all of my Christmas decorations are missing.

S.A.Taylor
The Intervention (A Christmas Short Story)

Christmas Day dawned picture perfect in Woodstock, Vermont. Thirty-two degrees with no wind.

Marsha West

“Any kind—except sprigs of holly. Save that one for Christmas. Nor poison ivy. Pink is a safe bet, and your recipient’s favorite color.”

Vicki Batman