Last Christmas As Miss Novels & Stories

Today, with his Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, he looked like Santa about to go on vacation. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Molly!” Ms. Kerstman called down from the store’s ladder. “It’s just that I always have so much trouble with these tree displays. I just wanted to save you some time.” “I fear that Mrs. Claus has forgotten how to take a vacation,” Mr. Kerstman whispered loudly to Molly. “Hopefully she remembers how much she used to love the beach. I think twelve Christmases back to back has turned her into a snow person.”

she asked him. He grinned. "I have reservations in St. Bart's." She shook her head. "I should have known." "Should have known what?" he asked defensively. "That you'd have some amazingly fabulous plan for the holidays," Maggie answered, rolling her eyes. "Aren't you going to Rhode Island or something?" he asked, nibbling a curly fry. "Nope, I host the Annual Orphans and Misfits Christmas at my place," she said wryly. "Orphans and misfits?"

Laura chided trying to hold back her laughter to save her friend’s face. The rest of the evening was fun with the women around. Petra, left some minutes after Maria had re-emerged to return home, leaving the rest of them in the house. The women had their dinner together and even succumbed to Laura’s wish to play Dirty Santa with Maria and Aria placed in charge of wrapping the gifts for the game. Afterward, all five women settled in front of the TV with blankets and popcorn buckets in hand to watch Jean Shepherd’s ‘A Christmas Story’. By midnight, they sang a Christmas hymn together and wished each other a Merry Christmas. Laura and Maggie then distributed the gifts they had brought for Maria

“And before you go filling your head up with all mambo pambo stuff, I’m more than happy being the manager, it’s good for me, Immi so don’t go feeling all guilty and shit on me. Okay?” I merely nod, I still feel guilty. Whilst he will be working his butt off, I will be spending Christmas Eve with the love of my life all snuggled up and with Kitten at the Lake house with a fire on, Hallmark movies, some corny Christmas movies like The Kranks, it’s one of my favorites, oh and Santa Claus. I just adore that movie.

Because of this, she was not upset when he did not invite her. Taz was sitting in the common room with Brute as one of the club girls played Santa. She wore a skimpy Mrs. Claus outfit and bright red stiletto knee high boots. Her Santa hat had been stolen leaving her formerly perfectly styled hair, in complete disarray. The men kept telling her that her brown hair looked better that way. Her green eyes showed her excitement even while her mouth pouted. “I wasn’t sure if you would come home for Christmas or not.” Brute admitted as one of the bigger guys received a hot pink gift bag.

"They were for my daughter. They were her Christmas and birthday present plus her biggest wish... I was going to make her Christmas wish finally come true. AND NOW IT'S ALL RUINED!" By the time she has finished talking, she has gone from sad to angry and it's a side that I like. I would much prefer her anger to her sadness and tears. "Well, there's still time until Christmas and when is her birthday?" she smiles, and for once, it's genuine and happy, and fuck she looks beautiful. "Her birthday is on Christmas day. She's a Christmas baby. A Christmas blessing." Now I can understand her smile because it makes me smile too.

Paunchy, clapped me on the back as I entered, his hand lingering a second too long on my waist. “Gentlemen, meet Selena, our very own Santa's Little Helper! She's here to make your Christmas merry.” Cheers erupted, glasses clinking. I scanned the room, heart picking up speed. These weren't office workers….they looked like execs, the kind who closed deals in backrooms and paid for extras.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

Her big smile lit up her face as each syllable reverberated, and she and Cassandra sang along to the music : “You're my wish list Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin' And when you're comin' down the chimney, ooh, it feels so good I need that Charles Dickens You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs. I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen I don't even know, I'm talkin' Christmas I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah) Caught up in the loveliness of the music, she lost herself to the dance, her movements completely in sync with the jubilant tempo of the song.

“What now?” She stopped beside me, breathless and beaming, cheeks pink from the cold. “Okay, so, finals are done! You passed everything, by the way, barely in accounting, but still a win! And…” She held up the papers like they were sacred scrolls. “I have our official Christmas list for the condo.” I blinked. “Christmas list?” “Yep.” She spread the pages open dramatically. “Decorations, lights, wreaths, gifts, cookie ingredients, and… most importantly, our holiday playlist.”