"No Gifts This Year" Creepypasta 

poor guy has to relive that over and over again

The moment they mentioned the dog acting weird I knew he had died

For everybody that doesnt understand: The main character died in a car crash. The strong light was probably the car he crashed into, Lightbeams. The dog growled cause he was a ghost, then ran away because it was scared. No human being could see him either, cause hes a ghost

although obvious I Loved how Creeps had a "fadeout" for the end, really emphasized the never ending predicament of the narrator

I predicted this story right from the growling dog. Kind of disappointing how some pastas are the same.

This feels more like a feelspasta to me, wasn’t creepy at all, just made me feel depressed

😭 he said he was "as white as sour cream." OMFG I gotta use this in my screenplay!!😂

My assumed explanation of the video: The boy was in a car accident on Christmas or Christmas Eve and died. The next day his parent/s got drunk out of depression and destroyed their house before their funeral. Of course the dog was scared because the kid was a spirit or ghost.

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is it me or is the dog the only living thing that saw him

Looks like someone was too naughty for coal this year

Merry Christmas. Lets all have nightmares together my fellow creepypasta fans

Here's a brighter Christmas story being copyd around the internet I had saved on my notes. Whenever I tell people of him they say “it was your dad”, they kind of take the piss, but I suppose I am used to it now. It has been many years. In the Solstice of 1930 I was 7. I lived in the North of England. 21st of December, not Christmas, but Yule. This was a time of great misfortune among the English, it was nearly Christmas and we’d be lucky if we got anything. Every day was a struggle and we were almost starving. The great war had finished and my father was a veteran not to be reckoned with. We took his word for everything. Me and my older brother, Jack, had been hunting for rabbits with our catapults. Mother didn’t like us killing things and that’s alright, because we were certainly no hunters. All we wanted was to put some food on our table. We got nothing, as always. However this time we got up to no good and ended up being nuisances, attempting to sling snowballs at cats and rob people. This didn’t work of course. In our little town nobody had any money to spare even in the face of two little bastards with sling shots. Our neighbour, the widow, Mrs. Greenhall went and told our father. We were promptly sent to bed crying with sore arses and with empty stomachs. I lay in my bed next to the wall and Jack lay in his bed next to the window. It was dark now. We wouldn't get any tea as usual. It was so cold that you could hear the windows cracking every now and then, and you could see your steaming breath in the dark. The door swung open and poured light in, with an elongated black shadow of dad. He walked in, kissed me and my brother on the forehead and said goodnight, confiscating our hunting gear. “Oh come on Dad. What are we gonna do tomorrow if we ant got our slingshots?” said Jack, “Please Dad.” I said. Dad was facing the door. He turned around. “Listen lads, you’d be lucky if me and yer mother even let you out tomorrow. You will do housework. You’re punished alright?” “Get to sleep now, or you will get nothing for Christmas y’hear?” “Oi Dan turn that light off!” he watched me as I felt for the switch and turned it off. He shut the door. It was dark again. The windows cracked. A draft of wind made the house creak. Soon the muffled voices of mum and dad could be heard talking from the other room. It was about an hour later. The muffles died down to silence and the cold grew from outside. “I’m scared.” said Jack. I giggled. I knew Jack wasn’t afraid of anything. “What are ye scared of?” It had gotten really cold. The windows had settled to silence and the wind still creaked the house on occasion. The curtains were still and dark if not for the light of the stars. “Aliens.” I remained silent. “Come 'ere Dan.” he said quietly. We stared out of the window. The sky was black. The stars ignited like fireflies and a lone fox stalked down the frosty street. “Gonna eat Wilson’s chickens…” I whispered. “Not that you idiot.” said Jack. "Look over there.” What I saw was like nothing I’d ever seen. A faint green cloud loomed over a distant hill, slowly changing colour. I whispered shakily, “We need to get our sling shots.” "You can’t kill aliens with that. You need alien guns,” he explained. The night got colder. I now resulted to breathing into my pyjamas to heat them. I started shivering. Jack snored shakily, breathing thick steam into the air. A heavy breath of freezing wind made our gate squeak and the door rattle, bash-bash-bash-bash. How could Jack sleep with the aliens just outside of town, and the noise the wind’s making. It was just about to get worse. Our windows sang deeply with the voice of wind. Our gate opened under the heavy wind in a long high screech. The crunchy snow outside our house crunched a few times. It was almost as if someone was in our garden. Jack’s window could only see out the side, where the strange alien cloud was on the hill I didn’t want to get out of bed either. Only when the promise of an intrusion became real, I hid under my covers. The banging front door ceased for a few seconds, then began again, along with a quick, cold draft that blew in from under my door. ‘Aliens aren’t real’ I thought to myself. ‘Aliens aren’t real’. ‘The front door didn’t open. It’s locked.' Floorboards began to creak, leading towards my parent’s room. ‘Good luck’ I told myself ‘my dad would shoot you in the head, aliens’ ‘he was in the great war'. Another creak, past my parent’s room. A few seconds later I heard my bedroom door open. I could now not move. I breathed silently. I could hear nothing but my heart beat. Whatever was in my house managed to quickly navigate my house almost silently. Like a ghost. My bedroom door closed. I could feel eyes pierce my duvet. I held my breath and didn’t move a muscle. I couldn’t. I was frozen by the ghostly alien’s gaze. This went on for a few seconds, then stopped. A floor board creaked past my bed. It was heading towards Jack. It was going to kill him with the alien rifle and then kill me and then eat us. My mind began to wonder what other possibilities there would be. I was sure it was an alien though. I can’t allow this to happen. I tried to force my arm to work. Another floorboard creaked closer to Jack’s bed. I managed to get my arm to stretch out, and take hold of the cool duvet. I heard a large piece of cloth, sounded like a blanket. Sounded warm. The alien ghost was going to use his cloth to suffocate my brother… or kidnap him. I’ll never see him again. I opened my duvet to make an eye hole. The alien ghost would be assumed to be small, having navigated my house so silently. I was wrong. I saw a giant black boot on the floor facing Jack’s bed. I opened my duvet a bit more. I saw two thick tree like legs. It was dark, but they appeared to be red. I looked at the figure. Two thick legs, too large feet, wearing a thick jacket. All looked red. The figure wasn’t tall, but was very wide. Not fat. The figure looked strong. He laid a large warm duvet on Jack’s bed. I quickly reached for my bedside lamp and flicked the switch. The monstrous man heard and faced me. The light came on. It was a man. Clad a in dark, bloody red coat with a woolly hood over his head. Perfect white fur appeared to line his jacket and sleeves. A heavy white beard hung down his broad chest. His face was pale, his nose bridge was broad and tough, nose was long, flat, blunt and sturdy. His chest retreated as his strange nose breathed out a thick cloud of steam. I looked into his small, wide set eyes. They weren’t blue, nor were they grey or white, they were silver and sent a chill down my neck. His eyebrows were thick and long, protruding past his head. He looked old, very old, but had no wrinkles, as if in the prime of his life, he looked old because of his expression, like he had seen everything, like he was invincible. The man didn’t smile at me. He gave a slight nod of his head, before taking a pipe from out of his pocket and placing it in his mouth. Silently he exited the room. The switch flicked on my lamp and it turned off. The door closed without a sound. As the sounds of him leaving the house mirrored what I heard when he entered, I was frozen as a statue in the darkness. What have I just seen? Santa Claus had just saved my brother from freezing to death. I went to sleep. Scarlet and white woollen jacket and hat, with thick black boots and gloves and a belt for keeping his belly in. The image of St. Nicholas has been stretched and bent to resemble something tell our children to know and love internationally. It’s been that way for the past century. Even longer in the burial countries of the world, for 600 years? Longer? His appearance has changed a little. But it has always matched the description; perfect white hair and beard, red wooly clothes. What if I told you even the neanderthals knew of Father Christmas? They have runes that tell of a red and white man who comes with the snow. And the inuits, not all the inuits, but the ancient tribes from the far North. They have tales of a large red coated man who came when the year was at its coldest and would provide them with seal hides, food and toys, but as soon as a tribesman saw him, he would turn without saying a word and walk away into the darkness.

Being a ghost must be bad enough, but stuck in an eternal loop? I had a dream once where I was horribly killed, ripped apart and decapitated. I became a ghost after and just wondered around town.

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Robin Williams at the finest. R.I.P.M ( Rest in power move ) Robin Williams.

Merry Christmas Creeps, and i hope your live gets easier from today onwards!

I enjoyed your music selection for this particular pasta, Creeps. Very fitting.

I really love the concept of this pasta and the way it's written as well. My only issue is some confusion over the timing. *SPOILERS, STOP READING IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED!!* So he died on Christmas on the way to his Aunt's house. He even passes the accident on the way there. But if he's just getting to his Aunt's house and seeing his family after what happened, why aren't they all crying and in shock as if this just took place? Instead, they're dressed for his funeral already. Then the whole restart thing happened. So I thought, "Oh, okay. Time HAS passed and he just doesn't realize it because he's in this limbo loop thing." But... Then he sees the accident with his body still in the car like it DID just happen. :<

Anyone reading this Have a happy, whatever you believe in! :D

Love your readings of Creppypastas, keep it up mate!

So he's trapped in limbo?

what about the people that got gifts and they got new consoles that they couldnt even play with cause the servers were hacked.!!! THAT"S a true creepypasta!!!

Santa:this child has been bad. Elf:give him coal? Santa:no we'll give him dead parents...

This is his hell? Waiting to open up presents ... Forever?! Nah, it was pretty good. Thank you for the narration and upload. :)

Jeff: No gifts on Christmas? Smile: That is scary Jane: I agree that is scary Laughing Jack: I agree too Ben: Me too Sally: That's horrible I agree too big brothers and sisters

man you should read heartwarming like stories, i love your voice and find it very relaxing

I got viewer 98, I'm happy to be part of the under 301 club.

I saw the ending coming right when he first mentioned the car accident

They left the body in the car long enough for rigor mortis to set in??

"No gifts that, just last night, were meticulously placed under the tree this morning" How did the writer put this TWICE and not see his mistake

As an atheist I always think I will hate Christmas. But I adore it even more.

Soooooo no one STILL knows the name of that piano jazz number at the beginning of the video? Shit has been bugging me for over a year....

Ah, nothing like a nicely aged Christmas creepypasta in bed to set the jingle mood, no?

Merry Christmas Creepymcpasta hope you have a happy pasta holiday :). Don't drink to much beer or wine lol

I've have had stuck in a loop dreams. They suck! good story.

Merry Christmas Creeps have a good one!!

Theory: He died all of a sudden, He tried to get everyones attention but failed he thought everyone around him were ghosts but not him, Soon enough He couldn't get any attention, after awhile he hurts himself like Kenny does or Heven Ghost he Reloops Everytime. Thats Why he said "When i woke up this afternoon, I found the house to be empty. It was strange. i seriously doubted my family would leave me asleep while they go to my aunts house on Christmas Day. Something wasn't right. All the miscellaneously placed pictures of me were of the walls and hearth were gone. All other photos were still in place. Another thing that struck me as odd was the fact that there were no gifts that, just last night, were meticulously put under the tree this morning" Every time he says it hes been dead, Not even noticing until now

the starting music sounds like the opening of a Charlie Brown cartoon, well done, like the purgatory theme.

Creepy Christmas to all!

Hm, so I'm guessing he's stuck in a neverending loop in limbo? Or he's all ready dead and he's just a ghost stuck on earth because of unfinished business (since he was on his way to something when he got wrecked (pun intended))

watches video and immediately feels relaxed. plus choice of song? swoon bonus points!!

The horror of this one was not his death, but his reliving the experience of finding out. I don't think the author even trued to hide his death.

"White as sour cream" I feel ya.

Merry Christmas to You too!

I read the title and instantly got scared

+creeps mcpasta omg this was amazing with the jazz, the is so much noir jazz for sadder stories...

Happy holidays, creeps! :)

Wouldn't doubt the grinch had something to do with stealing those presents .

Well, Merry fuckin christmas

love the jazzy music

Creeps I love you and your videos! your channel is amazing!!!

Merry Christmas creeps!

Happy Hannukah/Merry Christmas :3

You don't even need a story, the title alone is a scary creepypasta!

No gifts on Christmas. it's already a horror story.

good vid. damn id hate to be that guys soul.

yeah i'd love to listen to this on Christmas day~!!

a Handbook for the Recently Deceased is sure needed for this guy

He died in the night, didn't he? Well I was kinda right. He's trapped in purgatory or something.

Cross pasta theory. The son is the child of the mother in this story, and wife in my new suit. The son has been waiting so long for a new father, he just calls this one dad, so happy he would get a father. They crash on the way back from the mourning.

You have to cross over my dear !!

Merry Christmas

Did anyone else think this would be about an elf on the shelf or an evil Santa or present? 😉🎶🎶🎶😉 I did . Spoiler alert ... The guy had died and was stuck reliving the scene over and over again...

"My dad's black suit and tie were gone" "I was white like sour cream" god dammit, is this slenderman.

Oh, that jazz is soooooo good.

Beginning sounds like the grinch who stole Christmas

A Caddy and a Chrysler? Dayum

Me at the beginning of the story: Well shit, the Grinch went a little too far by taking his family away too

Wht a coincidence I don't have present this Christmas

Cadillac Converj? That was just the concept version of the now production ELR... The author should've just said ELR... DAFUQ

THAT piano though

have a happy (insert holiday) !!

Yay ANOTHER CREEPYPASTA YASSS

it's call no gifts this year because this kid is good but Santa was like oh hell no you're not going to get any gifts but the kid is good that's my reason

The title gave me nightmares.

HEY GUYS KRAMPS IS COMING NO STANTA DIS YEAR

Merry Christmas everyone! 😊

right after her said he looked pale and his dads tuxedo was gone, I knew that he was dead.

Merry x-mas

I have the most terrifying story ever you ready? I ran out of Nutella

Hey creeps could you leave the name of the songs in the description also I really would like to know the song that plays in the first half of the video.

Jazz for your soul.

MERRY CREEPSMES

The presents were meticulously placed last night this morning?

i dont get why it starts to repeat. did he forget the next year?

How do you come upwit this stuff. Its awesome

Vat did I just hear? Everything was repeating itself.

Why ! On Christmas Eve seriously now Santa won't come. I can't go to sleep :(

I saw that coming. Come on, white light?

My Birthday is at 11:34 tonight

"This is bullshit dad!"

Time to get into the spirit by scaring myself

This is such a good story oh my god!!!

Hey creeps whats the song for the beginning or if anyone knows

Why was is family having a funeral before the crash was even cleaned up yet?

Huge mind fuck, I loooooooovvccve plays, movies, and creepypastas that have that type of plot twist !!!!!

when they said that the dog acted werid I knew the guy was dead

My first thought in the vid. was that he was dead the dog was scared of him because he was a ghost his parents left because he was murdered and they went while the people were their so they couldn't clean up if they wanted to and now I shall continue the vid.

Nelson: HA HA!