Get ready to ho-ho-howl with laughter! These 10 Christmas jokes are packed with holiday cheer and cheeky humor to keep your spirits bright. Whether you need a quick laugh or a joke to share at the holiday table, these festive funnies will surely bring everyone joy!
Ah, Christmas! The time of year when everything sparkles, people get a little more generous, and we all pretend fruitcake is something we look forward to eating.
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The holiday season is full of cheer, and it’s also a great time for laughter. Whether you’re cozy by the fireplace or stuck at a family gathering looking for a way to break the ice, these jokes are sure to bring a smile.
So grab your hot cocoa, settle in, and get ready to chuckle with these festive funnies!
A Christmas Test at Heaven’s Gates
Three men find themselves at the pearly gates of heaven on Christmas Eve. Saint Peter meets them with a stern look and a challenge.
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“To get into heaven tonight, you each need to show me something that represents Christmas.”
The first man digs into his pockets, pulls out a match, and lights it. “This is a Christmas candle,” he says with a hopeful smile.
“Impressive,” Saint Peter says and waves him through.
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The second man reaches into his jacket and jangles a set of keys. “These are Christmas bells,” he grins.
Saint Peter nods, letting him pass.
Then, the third man steps up, pulling out a pair of red panties.
Puzzled, Saint Peter asks, “And what on earth do these have to do with Christmas?”
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The man smirks, “They’re Carol’s.”
If that joke didn’t light your Christmas candle, this next one might leave you laughing all the way to New Year’s Day. It’s a story of holiday hangovers, memory lapses, and a husband waking up to a Christmas surprise he definitely wasn’t expecting.
The Hungover Husband’s Christmas Surprise
Paul wakes up groggy and disoriented after his company’s Christmas party. He can barely remember how he got home, and his pounding headache isn’t helping.
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As he pries his eyes open, he notices a glass of water, two aspirin, and a single red rose on his nightstand. His clothes are neatly folded, and the room is spotless. In the bathroom, he notices he has a black eye, and his wife has left him a note on the mirror.
“Darling, breakfast is on the stove. I left early to pick up groceries for your favorite dinner tonight. I love you!”
In the kitchen, a full breakfast is waiting, and his son is already at the table.
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Paul asks his son, “What happened last night?”
“Well, you got home super late, totally drunk, and made a mess. You tripped over the coffee table, broke it, and smashed into the door, giving yourself that black eye.”
Confused, Paul stammers, “Then why is everything so perfect this morning?”
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His son shrugs, “Oh, that’s easy. When Mum tried to take off your pants, you yelled, ‘Leave me alone! I’m married!’”
Let’s keep it going with a military twist on Christmas wishes. Sometimes, what you ask for isn’t exactly what you get, especially when you’re stationed away from home. This one’s for anyone who knows the struggles of life in uniform during the holidays.
The Soldier’s Christmas Wish
Two soldiers are in the mess hall chatting about past Christmas memories.
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“I’ll never forget that one Christmas,” the first soldier says. “I spent an entire week peeling potatoes.”
“What happened?” his friend asks.
“Well, the sergeant asked what I wanted for Christmas,” he recalls.
“And what did you ask for?”
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“A new sergeant,” the first soldier replies.
Ready for a joke that’s heaven-sent? This next story features a monk who spent years copying ancient texts, only to uncover a little mistake that could change everything. It’s a reminder that even the holiest of tasks can come with a hilarious twist!
The Monastic Misprint
A monk named David had spent years copying ancient religious texts by hand. He worked hard at his job and dedicated himself to upholding his vows to be obedient and celibate and free himself from the desire for possessions.
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One day, shortly before Christmas, the head abbot entrusted David with the task of verifying the original manuscripts had been copied and translated precisely, word-for-word.
On Christmas day, David was nowhere to be found. Eventually, the head abbot located him in the archives, crying uncontrollably.
“Brother David, what’s wrong?” the abbot asked.
“All this time… we’ve been copying it wrong,” David sobbed.
“Copying what wrong?” the abbot pressed.
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“The word wasn’t ‘celibate’… it was ‘celebrate’!”
If you thought that last one was divine, the next joke shows us that sometimes family drama isn’t what it appears to be.
The Holiday Season Break-up
The day before Christmas, a father in Brisbane calls his son in Sydney.
“Sorry to ruin your holiday,” the dad says, “but your mother and I are divorcing. I just can’t take it anymore.”
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Shocked, the son yells, “What? No, don’t do anything until I get there! I’m calling my sister.”
Moments later, the daughter phones her dad, furious. “You are NOT getting divorced! My brother and I will be there tomorrow. Don’t do a single thing!”
The father hangs up and turns to his wife.
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He grins widely and tells her, “Well, that’s our Christmas plans sorted. The kids are on their way and they’re paying for their own travel expenses!”
Let’s keep the laughs rolling with a little tale about early Christmas shopping. You know that feeling when you’re just a bit too eager to grab your gifts? Well, this next joke proves that timing is everything — even when it comes to snagging those holiday deals earlier than expected.
The Early Christmas Shopper
A man stands trial during the Christmas season. The judge asks the defendant, “Mr. Jones, what exactly are you accused of doing?”
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“Your honor, I was just doing my Christmas shopping early,” the man says innocently.
“There’s nothing illegal about that,” the judge replies. “What time did you start?”
“Before the store opened.”
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Time for a trip to the airport, where holiday cheer meets travel stress in the best way possible. Even if you’re not a fan of mistletoe, this next joke might make you look twice before checking in your bags this Christmas season.
Airport Mistletoe Mishap
Dave wasn’t feeling the holiday spirit as he waited at the airport just before Christmas. He noticed some mistletoe hanging above the luggage scale.
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Annoyed, he told the airline attendant, “Even if we were dating, I wouldn’t kiss you under such tacky mistletoe.”
The attendant smirked, “Sir, that mistletoe isn’t for you to kiss me. It’s there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye.”
Hold onto your Santa hats because this next joke features a kid with a very “creative” approach to getting his Christmas wishes granted.
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When it comes to writing letters to Santa (or Jesus), this boy takes negotiation tactics to a whole new level.
The Kid’s Christmas Bargain
A little boy starts writing his Christmas letter to Santa, but his mom interrupts him.
“You’ve been so naughty this year,” she scolds. “You’d better write that letter to Jesus instead.”
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He thinks for a moment, then begins writing to Jesus, but quickly realizes he can’t lie about being good. Frustrated, he goes for a walk to clear his mind and spots a nativity scene.
Suddenly, he snatches the statue of Mary.
Returning home, he starts his new letter: “Dear Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again…”
From a mischievous kid to a quick-witted teen, our next joke shows that sometimes biblical excuses can go hilariously wrong.
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It’s a classic case of trying to outsmart a parent — only to learn an unexpected lesson.
Long Hair, Don’t Care
After acing his exams and diligently studying the Bible, Danny asks his clergyman father if he can get a car for Christmas.
“You’ve done great with your studies,” his father says. “But I’m disappointed you haven’t cut your hair.”
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Danny smiles. “Dad, in the Bible, I noticed that Jesus, Moses, and Samson all had long hair.”
His father nods, “Yes, but did you also notice they walked everywhere?”
And now, let’s end on a high note with a husband who’s in for a surprise of his own while Christmas shopping.
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Just when he thinks he’s found a sentimental moment, he gets a reality check guaranteed to leave you laughing out loud.
The Husband’s Christmas Misunderstanding
A couple is shopping at the mall on Christmas Eve when the husband realizes he’s lost his wife. Frantic, he calls her.
“Honey,” she says calmly, “do you remember the jewelry store where you saw that expensive watch you loved five years ago? The one I said I’d get you one day?”
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His eyes well up. “Yes, I remember.”
“Well,” she replies, “I’m in the lingerie store next to it.”
And there you have it — a sleigh of laughs to brighten your holiday season! Whether you share these jokes at a family dinner or use them to lighten the mood at a holiday party, they’re sure to spread some Christmas cheer.
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After all, the best gifts are the ones that bring a smile. So go ahead, share the laughter, and enjoy a merry, jolly, joke-filled Christmas!
For many people, Christmas is a time for family, so keep the laughs coming with these jokes about family life.
I Took an Abandoned Girl from Church on Easter Only to Uncover My MIL’s Deepest Secret — Story of the Day
She was five. Alone. Holding an Easter basket on the church steps. I brought her home against my MIL’s protests. By evening, I realized this child wasn’t a stranger to our family at all.
I don’t like celebrating Easter with my husband’s family.
It’s not the holiday itself — it’s beautiful, bright, full of the smell of yeasty dough and fresh flowers. But celebrating it under my MIL’s sharp gaze feels like sitting on needles in a lace dress.
To her, I’ve always been a little “not right.”
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So when my husband, Dave, suggested going to her place, I made every effort not to grimace. He was drying his hands with a towel, clearly hoping I’d say “yes” without hesitation this time.
“Come on, love. It’ll be nice.”
I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea that had long gone cold.
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“You know exactly how it’ll go,” I murmured without looking up.
“She’s trying,” Dave said softly. “She even decorated the terrace with flowers. Says she’s making it just like when I was a kid.”
“Yeah. With the same ‘jokes’ from back then — like how you’re still childless because your wife clearly can’t bake anything more meaningful than a cake.”
Dave let out a slow breath. Silent. Not denying it.
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“She doesn’t know,” he said after a pause.
“And she doesn’t need to. It’s our business. Not hers.”
Dave nodded. But I saw it in his eyes — the weariness. The way he’d grown tired of being the rope in a silent tug-of-war between two women who loved him in different ways.
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I turned to the window. Crocuses had started blooming. Easter was around the corner.
“Fine,” I stood up. “Let’s go. Better her decorated terrace than our walls reminding us of what we don’t have.”
“You sure?”
“No,” I smiled. “But I have a nice dress. It deserves some air.”
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Dave laughed and raised his hands in surrender.
“So are we blessing the Easter basket or just keeping the peace for one day?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself until I’m actually holding the basket,” I grumbled, pulling on my coat.
An hour later, we were driving down a road sprinkled with fallen blossoms. I had no idea this Easter would be more challenging than I expected.
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***
The morning went surprisingly well. Cynthia greeted us without a single eye roll or poisonous comment.
The Easter service was beautiful.
Light streamed through the stained-glass windows, and I found myself almost relaxed, sitting beside Dave with Cynthia on the other side, clutching her blessed basket like a relic.
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No side-eyes. No sighs. No carefully sharpened remarks. For the first time ever, it felt like a normal holiday. A quiet, uneventful, even… pleasant Easter. At least, that’s what I thought.
When the service ended, we stepped out into the sunlight. I stood near Dave’s mother as she scanned the crowd.
“Where’s David? Still in there?”
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“He’s helping someone with the candles.”
Cynthia muttered something under her breath and headed toward the car. I was about to follow when…
I saw her.
A little girl, no older than five, was sitting alone on the edge of the stone steps. Her Easter basket rested beside her — jelly beans inside, and a chocolate bunny with one ear already bitten off.
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She was Black. Dressed in a white cardigan and yellow dress, her shoes perfectly polished. But her face looked… abandoned.
I walked over slowly and crouched down.
“Hey there. Are you waiting for someone?”
She looked up. Big brown eyes. Calm, but uncertain.
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“My daddy. Mama said he’d be here to get me.”
“You came here alone?”
She shook her head.
“Mom brought me. She said Daddy would come.”
Before I could ask more, I heard a sharp voice behind me.
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“There you are!” Cynthia’s heels clicked against the pavement. “What on earth are you doing? We’re all waiting in the car!”
“This little girl… She’s waiting for her father. Says he’s supposed to meet her here.”
Cynthia gave her a long look, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. You don’t really believe that.”
“She seems sure. Maybe we could check with someone? Or let the priest know?”
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Cynthia rolled her eyes.
“She seems like she walked away from some social worker. You don’t just leave a five-year-old at church with a basket and expect a miracle.”
Then, she narrowed her eyes at me, already sensing where that was going.
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“And don’t even think about getting involved. You’re not bringing some stranger’s child into someone’s clean home on Easter Sunday.”
“She’s not a kitten. She’s a child. Alone. I’m not leaving her here.”
“She’ll be fine!” Cynthia snapped. “Someone will come for her. It’s a church, not a bus stop.”
I looked down. The girl had gone quiet.
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“I’ll take her with us,” I said.
“You will not.” Cynthia’s voice went cold. “This is my house. I decide who walks through my door.”
“Then Dave and I will get a hotel.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
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I knelt again beside the girl.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Ava,” she whispered.
“Well, Ava, how about you come with us for a little while? Just until we find your Mom or Dad, okay?”
She nodded.
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Dave appeared just as I was scribbling our address on the back of a church flyer and handing it to the priest. Cynthia stormed toward him.
“Your wife is bringing home strays now!”
Dave looked at me, then at Ava, then at his mother.
“It’s fine,” he said calmly. “She can come with us.”
“She what? David!”
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“She’s a little girl, Mom. It’s Easter.”
Cynthia stared at both of us like we’d lost our minds. But I held Ava’s hand as we walked to the car. And Dave didn’t let go of mine.
I had no idea who that child truly was.
But something deep inside me already knew — that wasn’t random.
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***
Ava followed me through the hallway in tiny socks, carefully stepping on the wooden floor like it might crack beneath her.
The house smelled like Easter bread and tension.
Cynthia hadn’t said a word since we came in. She’d pursed her lips so tight I thought they might disappear entirely.
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Dave, bless him, tried to smooth things over — making tea, chatting about traffic, pretending we hadn’t just brought a mysterious child into his childhood home.
But Ava was… different.
She didn’t whine. Didn’t ask for cartoons. She just sat at the table drawing, focused, quiet. Her tiny fingers gripped a purple crayon like it was the only anchor she had.
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I leaned over.
“That’s beautiful. Who is it?”
She held up the drawing — a man, a woman, and a little girl between them. They were holding hands.
The man had brown hair and green eyes. Just like Dave.
I swallowed hard.
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“You like drawing your mom and dad?”
She nodded.
“Sometimes I dream about them. Together.”
I stood and quietly went to the guest room where we’d placed her backpack. I needed to find her toothbrush. Or clean socks. Or anything — just something to do with my hands.
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I unzipped the side pocket. A photo slipped out. It fluttered to the floor.
I bent down. And froze. It was a printed photo. A young couple, smiling.
The woman — beautiful, dark-skinned, with soft curls around her cheeks. The man — tall, white, with familiar green eyes.
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Familiar face.
Familiar jawline.
Familiar dimple.
My husband!
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“Ava?” I called gently, stepping into the hallway.
She peeked out from the kitchen, chewing on a cookie. I showed her the photo.
“Sweetheart… Who’s this?”
She smiled brightly.
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“That’s my mommy and daddy!”
I tried to return the smile. But my cheeks refused to move.
“Do you know your daddy’s name?”
She paused. “I think… David. I’ve never met him.”
My heart dropped.
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I nodded slowly and turned down the hallway, my fingers trembling around the photo.
Then, the soft creak of a floorboard behind me. A sigh.
Cynthia.
She was already standing there, arms folded, eyes narrowed like she’d been waiting for her cue. I stepped into the living room where Dave sat on the couch, holding out the photo.
“Dave. What is this?”
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My husband looked up. His face went pale. Before he could speak, Cynthia’s voice cut through the air like ice.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” she snapped, striding into the room. “I heard everything. First, you bring home a random child, now you’re accusing my son of being her father? What kind of circus is this?”
Dave stood up.
“Mom. Stop.”
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Cynthia’s eyes burned into mine.
“You’re seriously turning Easter into some twisted drama? What’s next — a baby goat in the guest room?”
Dave didn’t look at her. He took my hand.
“She might be my daughter.”
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***
The house held its breath.
Dave sat on the armrest of the couch, staring at the photo in his hand like it was ticking. Cynthia paced near the fireplace, arms crossed so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Ava was upstairs, drawing. Quiet as a ghost. And just as heavy on our hearts. Then the doorbell rang. We all froze. Cynthia frowned.
“Who could that possibly be?”
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Dave looked at me. I didn’t say anything — just headed toward the door, my palms damp.
When I opened it, I saw her.
A tall woman stood on the porch. Black. Graceful. The wind tugged at her scarf, revealing soft curls and sharp cheekbones. Her eyes were tired.
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It took me only a second to place her. She was the woman from the photo. The one smiling beside Dave in the snapshot, hidden in Ava’s backpack.
The one who hadn’t said a word. Until now.
“Hi,” she said softly. “You must be the one who brought Ava.”
I nodded.
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“I’m Daisy,” she added. “Her mother.”
I stepped aside without speaking. She entered slowly, like someone stepping into a house that once belonged to her in a dream.
Dave stood up the moment he saw her.
“Daisy…?”
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“I got your number from the priest. But I didn’t call. I already knew where to go.”
“You knew we’d be here?”
“I didn’t… not until I saw you this morning. At the church.”
Dave froze.
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“I was walking past with Ava,” she continued. “We were just going to sit outside and listen to the choir. But then Ava saw you. She didn’t know it was you. I did.”
Daisy’s voice trembled, just slightly.
“Ava always asks about you. I didn’t plan anything. But I thought…”
She paused. Looked around the room.
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“I told her to wait for her Dad.”
“You left her?” Cynthia’s voice cut like broken glass.
“I stayed,” Daisy said, turning sharply. “I watched everything. You were one of the last families to leave. I wanted to see what you’d do. Whether you’d ignore her. Whether you’d walk away.”
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Dave looked like he was about to fall.
“You should have told me.”
“I tried. Twice. The first time, I got your voicemail. The second… your mother answered the door. After that, your number stopped working.”
All heads turned to Cynthia. She didn’t flinch. But her mouth was tight.
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“I was protecting you,” she said.
“No,” Daisy replied. “You were protecting yourself. Your image. Your control.”
“I was protecting my son’s future!”
“You stole his present. And his daughter’s.”
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Dave’s face crumbled. He turned to me, searching, as if for balance.
I stepped forward and said quietly, “She’s not trying to break anything, Cynthia. She’s trying to give something back.”
Then we heard the footsteps. Ava appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a piece of paper.
“Mommy?”
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Daisy’s entire face changed. She crouched without thinking.
“Hey, baby.”
Ava ran to her, curling into her arms like she’d been waiting for this hug her whole life. Dave’s voice broke the silence.
“I didn’t know. God, I didn’t know.”
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“You do now,” Daisy answered gently. “And she’s right here.”
Dave looked at me. I reached for his hand.
“She’s your daughter. I’m not going anywhere. But neither is she.”
Cynthia stood still. I turned to her.
“I may never be able to give you a grandchild. But you already have one. Maybe not the one you imagined. But real. Brilliant. Here.”
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Cynthia didn’t answer. But something shifted in her eyes. She looked at Ava, and her shoulders dropped.
“You can stay,” she said hoarsely. “All of you. It’s Easter. And I guess… even the messiest families deserve to be together.”
Ava stepped toward me and unfolded her drawing.
“I made us all. Even Granny Cynthia. Just in case.”
Cynthia blinked. For a second, I thought she might cry. She cleared her throat.
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“That’s… very sweet, dear.”
Ava smiled shyly and returned to Daisy’s side. And I… I just watched them. A man. A woman. A child. A mess. A miracle. A maybe.
Maybe our family didn’t begin the way we hoped. Maybe it was twisted, tangled, and painful.
But it was real. It was ours. And somehow, in the most unexpected way, I’d found someone I didn’t even know I was meant to love.
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