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Issue: 974 | 16th day of Celebrating, Y24 |
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Short Stories
 | The Snowager's Story."Beth waited outside the cave anxiously. All she heard was the muffled sounds of snowflakes falling on the ground..."
by tarulliah |  | The Christmas Faerie and the ClockA story to kindle the holiday spirit.
by zoooomz |  | Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Meal "The wind bit at the back of my neck while walking towards the green awning, with Filet written in gold script, protruding out over the stone sidewalk..."
by skeletonic |  | A Merry Neopian Holiday at the Soup Kitchen"I have always tried to help my fellow Neopets, when I can..."
by saqo |  | Holiday Nights"The Bee Family Christmas Party was held almost annually at the manor, an event that occurred on the Saturday before the Day of Giving. This year, that happened to be on Christmas Eve..."
by kunabee_tiger |  | How to Give Gifts to Chocolatiers "The hustle and bustle of customers milling about in The Chocolate Parade, the red and green garlands, and the lighted tree next to the counter were lost to Star..."
by precious_katuch14 |  | Darkness Meets Light"A sharp, sweet smell surrounded me as I made my way through rows of perfectly spaced fir trees. There was a recent snowfall and in the early light, the trees glittered like crystalline ornaments..."
by parody_ham |  | The Cherry Tree and The Mynci at Christmas"They were cutting down the cherry tree. It had stood, proud and stable, in this field for hundreds of years. Perhaps thousands..."
by dudeiloled |  | The Night Before Advent"'was the last day of Storing, and well after bedtime One creature was stirring from dreams in the nighttime..."
by sin_hui_ryoma |
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"Darkness Meets Light" by parody_ham
A sharp, sweet smell surrounded me as I made my way through rows of perfectly spaced fir trees. There was a recent snowfall and in the early light, the trees glittered like crystalline ornaments. It was bright, almost glaringly so, but I did not mind it. This was, after all, my first time shopping for a Christmas tree with Lisha and her friend, Kayla. Only a month ago, the two ladies had scrounged up enough money to have a place of their own. This tree would be their first decoration, a celebration of their new home.
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