💰[$2,000 USD] Christmas Story-time 📖

[viicia]

A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote. Short, semi-autobiographical, and poignant.

 

Stake id : viciia

[zypn]

when all through the house

 

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

 

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

 

When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash,

 

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

 

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow!

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose,

 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!"

 

Zypn

[santinll]

me encantaria ganar algo

[laguigne]

La cannot tell de Noel ça me dechire le traineau

[Richiemahakal]

Chloe, 21, pulled a double shift serving lattes on Christmas Eve. The tips were decent.

Her phone kept buzzing with festive group texts she didn't join.

Around midnight, a tired EMT ordered black coffee. He thanked her genuinely, calling her the "real hero" keeping the city running.

She watched him drive off, feeling the quiet satisfaction of a hard day’s work under the glow of the streetlights.

 

 

Stake id : richierichiemahakal

[Yoj12345]

Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…”

 

But wait—this night had a twist of its own.

The fire softly crackled, the embers aglow,

Casting warm dancing shadows on stockings below.

Blankets were piled and cocoa steamed high,

Marshmallows floating like clouds in the sky.

 

Outside, the moon dressed the world in white lace,

Each rooftop and pine tree frozen in grace.

A hush filled the air, the kind rare and deep,

The kind that tucks worries gently to sleep.

 

Then—jingle! A whisper, a laugh in the cold,

A promise of magic, familiar and old.

Not just gifts or ribbons or toys wrapped in cheer,

But moments, and memories, and loved ones held near.

 

So nestled by firelight, hearts cozy and bright,

We listened, believing, on that Christmas night—

For some stories aren’t read, they’re felt through and through,

And the best part of Christmas… is sharing it with you. 🎄✨

 

yoj12345

[correaesteban]

May your heart be light, your season bright, and your Christmas white. May the Christmas spirit fill your home with joy. I send you my sincerest wishes for an amazing Christmas. May your days be happy and bright, and may all your Christmases be white.

Stake

 

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Timbariva33

[Raw92]

Tis the night before Christmas, I woke up early one morning and opened my gifts. Played with my gifts all night lmfao.

stake ID: Raw92

[Ksz1]

I was dreaming for all the bonuses and a max win, and it was almost christmas. I was then watching eddies stream and all the codes already got taken and I was sad. So i tried to max win, and i didn't....

[terryblast2]

Fantasying about the love of Christ that he shared while on Earth, wishing I had a family with my sets of twin babies, and we living in Paris.  Sharing moments of love and togetherness and wishing I had all the monies in the world to share amongst the needies and the less privileged. What a world it would've been. But I am still optimistic that one day, I will have all the monies I ever dreamt of and and own charity organizations where I wil constantly reach out to the poor across the globe.

THIS IS A SEASON OF LOVE, ENDEAVOUR TO SHOW LOVE TO EVERYONE AROUND YOU.

[btcc2]

Tis the night before Christmas. The fire burns low, casting soft shadows across the room. One chair sits still, untouched, where Mom used to sit every year. I notice it without trying to.

I say her name quietly, not to invite sadness, but to keep her close. Tears come, but so do memories — her laugh, her warmth, the way she made Christmas feel safe and whole.

The house feels different this year. Quieter. Heavier.
This will be my first Christmas without Mom.

And yet, as the fire flickers, something familiar fills the space. Her love hasn’t left. It lives in the traditions she gave me, in the strength she showed without words, and in the way my heart still reaches for her.

Christmas is coming. It will hurt. But it will come carrying her love with it.

 

 

 

Stake: btcc

[jualid]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

 

stake: jualid

[rymeball]

 the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was moving, except Grandma, who was quietly replacing every gift tag with ones that told the real truth. By the morning kids learned that Dad secretly loves ballet, Mom wrote terrible poetry, and Grandpa still believes in Santa

 

 

stake id

Rymeball

[madmax07]

This Christmas story is of Rudolph, who had a big red shiny nose, and other Rudolphs used to laugh at him. One day, he went to Santa for work. After hearing all this, other Rudolphs started laughing and said that kids would get scared after seeing his big, shiny nose of Rudolph. On getting to know about what other Rudolphs said about him, he got sad and went home.

 

When Santa was about to leave for the gift

 

distribution, there was heavy storming, making it difficult for Santa to depart. However, he thought that "Kids will get sad if I don't go for distribution. At that moment, Santa remembered Rudolph's shiny red nose and called him for help. The little Rudolph was happy to help Santa, and after all this, the distribution was done successfully. Rudolph was also pleased that he came to help Santa. This is how the shiny big-nose Rudolph became the youngest reindeer to join Santa's Sleigh team.

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[juicyzhita]

Juicyzhita

[Jalendavis113]

🎄 The Sparkle of Pine 🎄

The air in Willow Creek smelled of sharp pine and sweet gingerbread. Old Mr. Hemlock, who ran the town’s tiny bookstore, stood by the window, frowning. His Christmas tree, a perfectly shaped six-footer, had been up for a week, but the lights had refused to work since yesterday.

“Bah,” he muttered, poking a stubborn bulb. He’d planned to read A Christmas Carol by its warm glow tonight.

Suddenly, a tap on the glass startled him. Standing outside was Maya, a girl no older than ten, holding a tangled string of vintage-looking lights. She was one of his best customers, always checking out books on astronomy.

“Mr. Hemlock,” she whispered through the door, “my grandmother has too many lights. They're old, but they’re working.”

He let her in. Maya, with the focus of a seasoned electrician, quickly replaced the faulty strand. When she plugged them in, the old tree didn't just light up; it seemed to shimmer with an almost magical, warm orange hue.

“Thank you, dear,” Mr. Hemlock said, his eyes crinkling. He pulled The Little Prince from a shelf. “For a girl who loves stars.”

As Maya bundled her original lights, the bookstore felt cozier than it had in years. The warmth wasn’t just the lights; it was the quiet, shared joy of a small kindness, perfectly timed.

[crabb07]

I bought a cake and shared it with my family.

 

stake id : crabb07

[pAsi777]

Tis the night before Christmas, Eddie told monthly dropping tonight. Christmas never felt more like christmas.

pAsi777

[DDragon56]

Tis the night before Christmas, and everything was peaceful… until the Christmas tree decided to fall over for the third time. My cat looked at me like ‘Bro, that wasn’t me.’

I turned around, and there stood Santa — tangled in tinsel, holding a plate of cookies like he’d been caught.

He just shrugged and said, ‘Look… the landing wasn’t my best.’

We spent the next 10 minutes fixing the tree while Rudolph waited outside honking like an impatient Uber driver. 😂🚗🦌

Makddragon

Edited December 13, 2025 by DDragon56
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[Абдулзагид.]

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[saugat99]

“’Twas the night before Christmas, and my portfolio was still in the red.” 🎄📉

Stake - Saugat99

[Randhir]

Marry Christmas 

Humanity is the only key to survive in this world and God help them also 

So please help each other 🙏 

 

[Emily]

Picture this, you're snuggled in front of a cozy fireplace, ready to hear a Christmas tale. “’Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” 🎄

[Erdem98765]

I am Turkish and have never heard a Christmas story, but I am very curious and would like to. I wish I had a story to tell you.
 

Stake : Erdem98765

[Djexel]

“Tis the night before Christmas,” the storyteller began, “and the village of Winterwick hummed with a curious sort of excitement—one that shimmered like starlight and jingled like sleigh bells.”

Every year, on this single enchanted night, the "Great Yuletide Gambol" appeared in the center of the snowy town square. It wasn’t a casino of coins and cards—oh no. This was a place where the stakes were dreams, and the winnings were wonders no coin could buy.

Young Milo, mittens crooked and scarf too long, hurried toward the glowing tents. Legends said the Gambol only revealed itself to those with brave hearts and honest wishes.

Inside the main tent spun a giant wheel carved entirely from ice, its symbols glowing gently: a snowflake, a lantern, a shooting star, a holly leaf, and one final symbol no one had ever seen—an empty space that shimmered like possibility.

An elderly woman with eyes like warm cocoa approached him. “Care for a spin, dear? Tonight luck isn’t about chance—it’s about truth.”

 

Milo hesitated. “What do I wager?”

“Something small… but meaningful.”

 

He thought for a moment, then removed the little wooden whistle his father had carved before leaving for a faraway job. It was his most treasured item—but also the symbol of his wish: that his father might return soon.

He placed it gently on the velvet cushion.

The wheel spun.

Snowflakes sparkled upward as it whirled faster, humming with a gentle, melodic magic. Milo held his breath. At last, the wheel slowed… slowed… and clicked perfectly onto the shimmering empty space.

Gasps rippled through the tent.

The old woman smiled. “Ah. The rarest outcome. The Gambol chooses to rewrite a moment.”

A warm breeze—impossibly out of place in winter—swirled around Milo. When it faded, he turned toward the tent’s entrance.

There, brushing snow off his coat, stood his father.

 

“Milo? I came home early… felt like something was pulling me.”

 

And somewhere beyond the northern stars, the magical wheel of the Yuletide Gambol winked, satisfied.

For on this night before Christmas, even luck itself feels generous. 🎄✨

 

stakeid: djexel