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Austin said, “Thank you for your consideration, Ms. Isabella. My nana is over eighty but still in good health and she can still fly. I do have a large family though, and it would be difficult for everyone to come over. It’s better to forget it. I’ll tell my family that I won’t be going back for Christmas this year. They’ll understand.”

’’ I yelled as I ran towards the ice, then the jumbotron, which had been showing a 1-1 score, changed with a violent burst of static. The festive green and red colors changed, replaced by a cold, abyssal black. In Bold, white letters were the words: 15 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS, 15 DAYS TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR FAMILY. My eyes widened in shock, knowing who had sent that message. It was the Black Spot. It was them, and they had come back o fufil their purpose. Just when I decided to have a moment of happiness with Aurora, with my family, they came to ruin everything.

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

"Come with me, Zoe." It hit hard, my pussy pulsing around him, milking his release. He groaned, slamming deep one last time, hot cum flooding me as we trembled together. We collapsed, wrapped in a blanket, the fire dying to embers. His arms held me close, heartbeat syncing with mine. "This feels right," he murmured, kissing my forehead. "Like home." As snow fell outside, cocooning us in quiet magic, I realized Christmas had mended something broken.

Christmas, complete. Family, expanding still. Everything exactly as it should be.

KILLIAN "I will be back by next tomorrow, babe." I was going back home today being Christmas Eve and return by boxing day. I always made it a point of duty to go home every Christmas period even if it was the only time I saw my folks for the year. This year was no exception. "Don't miss me too much," I quickly added. "Why will I? When I have Rio with me." "Ouch," I placed my hand on my chest, pretending to be heart broken.

Melody pushed open the door to Delaney’s Delights and braced herself for the barrage of Christmas music. There was no avoiding it now; it was everywhere she went, and though she did her best to tune it out, there were times when particular songs came on that memories of her father flooded her senses, and she needed to step away or turn it off. Luckily, this afternoon, her entrance was greeted by a particularly poppy rendition of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” and there was nothing specifically remarkable about that song.

25th January, 1999(evening) The Safe House Freddie Rawlings I can't believe she's back. My daughter is finally home. This morning, a hooded figure accompanied her to a spot very close to the safe house. I was confused as to how they knew where the safe house was located, seems like Joel knows everything going on around him. I wouldn't put it pass him to even know where my extended family lives.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

Mark and I have traveled to my father's place to spend the day before Christmas Eve with him. We stayed overnight until the day after Christmas. The movie we were watching, "Home Alone," was cut short by a knock on the door. "I'll fetch it." I say going up. I enter the door and I'm welcomed with 'carolers.! " We want to use this opportunity to extend our warmest holiday greetings and best wishes for a prosperous new year to you and your loved ones." My family from New York sings with their matching caps on as though they rehearsed.