Writing Prompt About Christmas Novels & Stories

"Do you want to make a wish under the tree?" I raised an eyebrow at her mischievous grin. “Are you seven?” Addy laughed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Come on, Mia! It's Christmas Eve. Let's make a wish just for fun." I couldn’t help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm. "Fine, let's do it." We made our way through the crowd towards the towering Christmas tree, its colorful lights illuminating the night sky. Standing beneath its branches, surrounded by other cheerful visitors, I closed my eyes and silently made a wish in my heart.

She hands me a new white sheet paper and I collect it with trembling hands and she returns to her seat. I wipe the tears running down my face away and I quickly write down the question and proceed to try to answer it. The question was difficult because I didn't do anything for the last Christmas as I spent it at home being afraid of when my uncles would be coming home and whenever he got back home from work, he'd use my body to get his satisfaction. But still, I let my imagination wander and I try to write down a perfect Christmas, better than the last one I had.

After Thanksgiving, it was open season in Greer’s house for decorating and everything Christmas. “Let’s make it Friday,” I said. “I brought gifts with me for the kids, but I’d like to get a few more. Also, we can do things like sing Christmas carols, drink hot chocolate … the works!” “Okay. This is getting a bit too much for me,” Brett said, getting up to get himself another glass of iced tea. “Gifts? Yes. Caroling? No.” I smiled. “What’s the matter, Brett?” I teased. “Too much music for you?”

Our conversations over the phone felt more real than most face-to-face conversations had. I stared at the message for a long time. My fingers tracing the words with my thumb. Engraving his words in my heart. T: You too. You deserve the best, Craig. I hope you’re with your family, I hope it’s loud, messy, happy, filled with love and joy everything Christmas is about. He responded almost immediately causing me to smile even brighter. Craig: Always better when I hear from you. I got ready with a pep in my step, I wore a smile sweat pants and sweat shirt. A pair of uggs and winter coat.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

I'd just handed in my report to him, should've been making a retreat, but I hung around instead. His eyes flicked up. Piercing. Waiting. "You have something more to say?" I swallowed. Why was this so hard? "I was just—uh—wondering." Tristan's brow jumped up. Waiting. I was sweating buckets, completely insane, like I was going to ask him out on a dumb date. Which, technically, I wasn't. Not exactly. "I was just wondering…." I swallowed. "How do you usually spend Christmas?" Tristan's expression didn't change, but something in his eyes skewed.

Yawning, I excused myself to go to bed. Opening the new journal, I took out a pen. ‘Dear Luigi,’ I wrote. ‘It’s Christmas Eve. Well, technically Christmas Day now. The Santa presents are piled under the tree. The stockings are stuffed. The kiddos are asleep.” I exhaled a long breath, biting back a tear. “And I’m missing you more than ever.”

Merry Christmas, dearest readers. I extend my heartfelt Christmas wishes to you. Thank you for your support, enthusiasm, and the time you dedicate to my work. Your encouragement always means more than words can fully express. May this festive season bring you joy, peace, and warmth, and may the new year unfold with hope and wonderful moments. Cheers to many more journeys together. Merry Christmas and best wishes. Ameerawrites

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

“Why?" “I’m just…,” I hesitated. "If you're not ready I can cancel it,” he suggested. "No,” I shook my head. "That'll be rude.” "Of course not, I'll just tell her you had urgent things to attend to at the office.” “No, I insist," I said, firmly. He searched my face for a moment, then nodded. We arrived at Grandma Rose’s place and I was awed. The clean and serene environment was a cure to the soul. The birds chirped away on the huge oak trees that provided cool shades to everyone, the pools were clean, big, and inviting.