Page 30 of Tinsel & Chrome

For a week I have done nothing but think of Holiday. To the point I’ve called her every evening. Something about her has me in turmoil. She isn’t my usual type, but the more I learn about her, maybe what I think my type is—is wrong.

Hols is due to arrive at my house at any minute. I should have picked her up, but I’m hoping to talk her into staying the night with me after the party.

I look over at the tabletop Christmas in the corner, then down at myself. Maybe we won’t even make the party depending on how she reacts.

The doorbell rings and I go to the door. “Hey, close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.”

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise. Come on, Hols, live dangerously.”

“Fine, but I hate surprises.”

“Eyes closed?”

“Yes.”

I open the door, staying to the side so the neighbors across the street don’t get and eye full, then reach around and pull Hols inside, closing the door behind her.

“Stay right here for a second, and then you can open your eyes.”

“Men are so strange.”

“What?” I ask since I didn’t catch what she said from the other side of the room.

“Nothing. Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes open, and I watch as she takes in the room until she notices me.

I rethink my surprise when she gasps and clutches her chest.

“Oh my God, I can’t imagine a gift, ultimate or otherwise, that can compare to you.”

“So, my chances are good you’ll stay with me after the party.”

“Oh yeah. And if you aren’t one of those people who have to be on time, I say let’s be a tad late for the party.”

“Now we are on the same page.” I laugh and start across the room. “Want to remove the tinsel?”

“In the worst way. And let me add, you are the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

Let me just say we were more than a little late for the party.

Christmas Rules

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By Emery LeeAnn

Dictionary

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Croweater: Club Whore

President: Responsible for the entire club. He makes the call on what is happening within the club.