Inflatable St Bernard Christmas Novels & Stories

“Stay out of trouble.” “You too, Foxtrot,” Anders says, tossing me a cheeky wink as Gabriel and I leave. We walk briskly back to the hotel. All around us, it’s starting to look a lot like Christmas. Bern’s streets are decorated with glowing string lights, fresh wreaths on almost every door, and crisp white snow building up on the sidewalks. The local bakeries fill the air with the scent of baked goods and minty sweets. “It’s beautiful here,” I comment, mostly to myself. “I wish we had time to sightsee.”

Aria's POV Camelle and Gerald had left, I sat in my room glowing in the amazing purple sequence flowing dress I had chosen. It clung to every curve on my body. It was one puffed handed, off shouldered and had a slit at the back that went up to my thigh.

Snow Brook Valley Snowbrook Valley was alive in the way only small towns knew how to be during Christmas. Not loud, not overwhelming just familiar. Everyone saying Merry Christmas, children running around, throwing snowballs at each other and making snowmen. Every coffee shop in town was overcrowded, and the fish market was packed. The town had a special meal they made with fresh fish and spicy soup. Brandon was exhausted and needed to rest and today was the town's Christmas nativity night. He would be attending because he just wanted to stay far away from Claudia. Their fights were becoming too much and it was exhausting.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END