http://www.amazon.com/Holiday-Magic-Classy-Designs-ebook/dp/B00NZET216/Good Morning; I wasn’t going to tease today since my regular hostess has taken time off, but others in the group are participating so, why not? This is a picture taken last year at UpperCanada Village in Morrisburg, Ontario at Alight at Night. There won’t be any snow when we visit this year, but that’s okay. It’s warmer out too, so it’s all good.
Christmas is my favorite time of year. I love the scents and sounds, the colors and activities. I get that warm fuzzy feeling watching the faces of children as they help decorate or bake. Tonight, my grandchildren are coming over to decorate my Christmas trees for me. Since I have two, they have lots to do.
This year, I’ve written three Christmas stories, but I’m going back to my first one for this tease. Holiday Magic and its companion story, The Perfect Choice are exclusive to Amazon.
Holiday Magic Teaser:
“Mrs. Ingram said she’d make sure there was food, but why don’t we stop and pick up a few things just in case the janitor didn’t have time to go shopping? I seem to remember the first thing you need when you get up is a cup of tea and toast with peanut butter.” The look on his face indicated he thought he’d overstepped his boundaries.
Georgia smiled at him. She wasn’t upset. In fact, she was flattered. She wouldn’t have expected him to remember such a minor detail. As far as she knew, it wasn’t something most men would do. He’d only stayed over half a dozen times. They’d opted not to live together before the wedding, wanting to make their married life special right from the start.
Now that she knew he and Lucy hadn’t been a couple, that the incident had been a one-time thing, she could embrace some of the happier memories she’d forced to the back of her mind.
“I guess it’s silly to act as if the last ten years of our lives never existed. I suppose you’re still addicted to strong black coffee and apple fritters from that bakery near your office?”
He chuckled and nodded. “Guilty as charged, but sometimes I actually have a bowl of cereal with the coffee.”
He relaxed visibly, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and focused on the road.
“It’s a good thing this van has a GPS,” he commented ten minutes later. “We won’t be able to find the place just by looking for it. The visibility is getting worse by the minute. I’m glad I convinced Eleni to invest in snow tires. How are you holding up?”
“I’ve been better.”
“Mind if I turn on the radio? I know how much you hate driving in weather like this, but I’d like to hear the forecast.”
“Go ahead,” she answered hoping he couldn’t hear the anxiety she was trying to hide. “I’d like to hear it too.”
The music and talking in the background kept the silence from getting oppressive. When the announcer spoke twenty minutes later, he shattered any hopes she had that the storm would play itself out before dark.
“This one caught us off guard, folks,” the well-modulated, disembodied voice stated. “We’d expected a few flurries, but it looks as if Mother Nature decided we needed a white Christmas this year. The weather center has issued a snowfall warning. A cold front coming down from Canada, collided with that warm Gulf air we’ve been enjoying. You can expect anywhere from six to twelve inches of the stuff, maybe even more in the mountains. Wind gusts up to fifty miles an hour will make driving hazardous. It’s a good night to curl up in front of the fire and watch movies, and since it seems appropriate…” The sound of Let It Snow filled the vehicle.
“That settles that,” she said. “I don’t know if the chalet even has a television set.”
Mark chuckled. “if it doesn’t, I packed a deck of cards. We can play poker.”
“For points,” she added quickly, wanting to erase the image of the last time they’d played poker from her mind—the stakes had been clothes.
With the poor road conditions, the trek to Palmerton took an hour longer that it should’ve, and her nerves were at the breaking point. They pulled into the parking lot next to the grocery store, and after donning their winter coats left the car and battled the weather to the front door.
“Morning, folks,” said the cashier as the entered. “Nasty out there.”
Why was it people always felt the need to tell you what you already knew?
“We noticed,” Mark said pleasantly, “but we’ll be glad to get where we’re going.” He turned to her. “What do you want to make for supper? You’re on KP. I’m a dismal cook.”
“I know. You’re the only man who can burn boiled eggs.” She felt her cheeks redden at the memory of why the pot had boiled dry.
She moved away from the counter before he could say anything. While she picked up the makings for a spaghetti dinner tonight and the staples they’d need for an overnight stay, Mark added a couple of bottles of wine and an twelve pack of beer—the brand she preferred.
“The Ingram’s place is about ten miles out of town,” the cashier said when Mark asked. “In this weather, it’ll take about twenty-thirty minutes to get there. That road’s treacherous. Be careful.”
Mark thanked the man, picked up the beer and wine, and left one bag of groceries for her to carry. They left their purchases in the van and crossed the street to the Christmas tree lot where they selected an eight foot balsam pine. Mrs. Ingram had mentioned the cathedral ceiling, so they could get one of the taller trees. The lot attendant helped Mark attach the tree to the roof and wished them well.
Want to read more about Georgia and Mark?
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