Early Christmas, Part 1
It’s a little under a month to my next release, a novella ebook titled No Mistletoe Required. You can probably guess, it’s based around the Christmas season. (Shocker, no?) Since this is the season of giving, I’ll give you all two chances to win an ARC (Advance Reader Copy) of this book! (Comes in PDF format.)
I’ll choose two winners for a copy of the book. They might both come from today’s post, or tomorrow’s post. Answer both days’ questions and you’re entered twice for a chance. Answer one, you’re entered for one. Answer none and, well, you’re just being silly. Winners will be notified Tuesday, October 9th.
Today’s question: Do you have a memorable experience with Santa Claus? Either playing the guy, watching your kids meet him, you as a child, anything!
When I was about six or so, right as kids started to no longer believe, Santa paid us a visit on Christmas morning. Sure, he walked through the front door, but I was told he had arthritic knees and took the easy way when he could. Being six, I totally bought it. I also bought it because, unlike my dad “mysteriously” disappearing while Santa showed up, Dad was sitting right next to me. So it wasn’t him, and it wasn’t Mom. And we lived nowhere near family, so no uncles or grandparents. Santa handed me a Care Bear, and I loved that thing.
Turns out, it was a neighbor. And later in the morning, Dad disappeared to play Santa for HIS kids. So that’s where that came into play. But man, I believed in Santa for way longer than others in my class did, because I could say “It wasn’t my dad…it was real!” Great memory, and the awe in my face in those photos is priceless.
I’ll leave you with an excerpt from the book…
He cupped her face in his hands, felt the tension vibrating her entire body, and took a chance by leaning down to press a soft, quick kiss to her lips. “Calm down. I don’t know where he is, but until he gets here, I’ll fill in. What did you have him doing? Carrying? Lifting? Organizing?”
She bounced on the balls of her feet, and he recognized adrenaline when he saw it. “You will? Seriously? You’ll fill in?”
How the hell could he possibly say no to that? “Yeah, of course.” It was then he realized she was wearing the most odd combination of clothing he’d seen her in. More odd than her misshapen, oversized sweatshirts. She wore a tank top, even though the air in the rec room was cool, a pair of gym shorts, running shoes, and red and white striped tube socks reaching up to her knees that vaguely resembled candy canes. “What’s with the outfit?”
She glanced down a moment, as if she didn’t even remember what she was wearing and had to check. Poor thing. “Oh. Part of my costume. I’m not done yet obviously. Not getting dressed until the last minute so I don’t mess up the costume.”
“Ah.” He should have known she would have been right in the thick of things as far as costumes. “And who are you, head elf?”
She laughed. “No, nothing quite like that. I’m actually Mrs. Claus.”
He could see her in the role easily. Then, when her smile only grew, he had a feeling in his gut that he should have run when he had the chance. Cautiously, he asked, “What exactly was Geoff signed up to do, again?”
She broke into a full out grin. “Santa Claus.”
Make sure to answer the question in the comments section! Off you go, little elves!