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“What are you doing?” “Not much,” I admitted. “Just watching some Christmas movie about some girl who’s too dumb to realize her fiancé is a jerk and that she should really be with the handsome stranger she just bumped into a few days before Christmas.” “OMG! I think I’ve seen that one. Is it on the Hallmark Channel?” “Lucy, that’s the plot of every Christmas movie on the Hallmark Channel. The only difference is that sometimes the lady is in marketing, sometimes she owns an antique store, and once or twice she was a teacher.”

' song on repeat in my brain. Van chose Arthur Christmas. Val chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Ricky chose Home Alone 2, one of his favorite movies. Sara chose Christmas Chronicles on Netflix. I chose The Santa Clause. Wilder and Wyatt passed on picking movies, because it was late and they wanted Grandpa to have a turn. He pulls out his movie from his pocket, handing the DVD to Wyatt. Grandpa Mick has Jacks now, holding him close and I love the sight. I pull my phone out and take a picture.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

“You’d be surprised how many people haven’t seen it.” I laughed. “It’s a Christmas staple here. My eldest brother loves it, but I always have to watch Christmas Chronicles. My dad, though, forces us to watch Scrooge, and my mom has us watch Christmas Story.” I took another drink. “My dad even got her one of those leg laps one year, but then my sister, Mina, broke it trying to scope out Santa.” “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Big families have more traditions. We just take off to Grandma’s in Maine and socialize with cousins and family connections.”

Markus We gorge on our meal and talk about the most random things we could think of, conversations with her are so easy and comfortable I could basically speak to her for months without getting bored. “Your favorite Christmas movie?” she asks, “perhaps Last Christmas, what about you?” she doesn’t answer just stares at me “Elizabeth Cooper are you out of words?” she blinks a few times before saying “you’ve seen Christmas movies?” she asks me again “of course I have, why do you take me for an unfeeling bastard?” I say laughing at her. She shakes her head “no, no it’s not that, I mean a beast of a man like you watching Christmas movies is kind of funny” she thinks it’s funny because of my size?

Alexander remarked when the call had finished. “Yes,” Miah confirmed with a flat lack of expression, shying away from that controversial subject while dimly wondering why he had never known about Christmas until he went to live with his grandmother. Had his parents died? What age had he been? She decided it was no business of hers and that if she wanted to survive their fake marriage, she had to learn to keep a sensible distance from him.

Katie nodded with a smile and teary gaze. As the doctor wheeled Josephine into the operating room, Klaus's breath grew heavy. ~ Morticia stepped into the apartment and met Vincent pouring out Christmas decorations on the table. There was a tree before him. "Christmas tree?" Morticia asked, stepping in. "Let me help." Vincent gave her a questioning look. "Why are you here?" "Huh?" "Shouldn't you be at the hospital with Klaus?" he said, giving her a pointed look. "What?"

I smiled at him, recalling the conversation we had before Christmas, his words echoing in my mind. “I always tell my kids, Christmas comes with its own miracles. Who knows? Maybe this year’s your lucky one.” I chuckled dryly and hit the elevator button, glancing back at him. “I wouldn’t count on it, Mr. Jones. Miracles? Christmas? I don’t believe in that kind of thing.” The elevator doors slid open, and as I stepped inside, I heard him call out, “Maybe this Christmas will change your mind, Miss Samantha!” As the doors closed, I sighed, shaking my head. Christmas miracles? I scoffed under my breath, feeling the familiar ache settle in.

I stroked her wiry coat until she calmed and laid down in my lap. The rest of the car ride to Gretchen's house was quiet. When we got there, we got some snacks together and settled in on the couch, me in the middle and my two best friends on either side. Carol lay on the floor in front of me. We chose an array of Christmas movies, from the classics to some of the newer ones that seemed sure to become classics. Abigail banned me from watching White Christmas. I wasn’t mad about it. I’d watched it too many times the last time I was upset about a guy.

The warm months passed and it got colder in late October. The Christmas season was upon them and only a week away when Ralph suggested that his sister and niece should spend Christmas with him. They found a perfect Christmas tree for the large living room and picked up everything they would need for a tasty Christmas day meal. Ralph had placed presents for his sister and niece under the tree and no mater how often they gave them a shake, they couldn't guess what was in them. On Christmas eve day, they got several inches of fresh snow so all the greenery was hidden. A great supper followed by a movie and they were ready for bed. With Rose in her room and Mandy in the bathroom taking a bath, R