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face.
Matthew’s request? What was her nephew
up to this time?
Sarah smiled as she searched for a place
to hang the mistletoe. With its double volume ceiling, the lounge wasn’t an
option. She settled on the entrance into the kitchen. She could see it best
from where she’d be writing. Hannah had prepared the decoration with a blob of
Blu-Tack stuck to the end of the ribbon, ready to hang. Sarah shortened the
ribbon by tying it into a perfect bow at the end of the green stems then
pressed the Blu-Tack and ribbon against the top of the doorway. For a moment
she gazed at the small dangling decoration, its smooth-edged, oval, green
leaves; clusters of waxy, white berries; and soft, red ribbon bringing a touch
of Yuletide color. It was beginning to feel like Christmas.
She glanced at the last item on the
table. Must be from Matthew. Sitting down on one of the chairs, she toyed with the
package. Soft, wrapped in a plastic packet, and taped closed well. What did
Hannah mean by take care?
Digging a fingernail into the plastic,
she punctured the packet then tore it open and pulled out— my swimsuit? She retrieved the note stuck to it, recognizing Matthew’s grade three
handwriting.
Auntie Sarah, I think it’s awesome
you’ve gone to Lapland. High-five. I Googled the place and found all these
crazy things they do there, like racing reindeer and huskies. You so have to do
that if you get time. Another thing you MUST do is jump into an ice hole. I
dare you. It sounds SO COOL. I know you won’t
think to pack in your swimsuit with all that snow there, so I asked my mom to
find yours and pack it with my note. Just so you know, they call the hole in
the ice an avanto.
When you go to see Santa, will you
tell him that for Christmas I’d really like a PlayStation 4? You will go see
him, won’t you—for research? You have to. If you don’t, how can we sing about
you kissing Santa Claus? You have the mistletoe, so now you have to. (I gave
mom the idea. )
Matthew
Great. Now she had a dare to contend
with—although it sounded like two—and no excuse to get out of either.
Holding onto her swimsuit, Sarah glanced
up at the mistletoe and released a slow sigh. What would it be like to kiss
Santa under that mistletoe? What would it be like to sauna with Niklas, taking
that crazy leap into the ice hole together? Both images caused her heart to
beat out of rhythm, something it hadn’t done in forever. After Andrew, she’d
placed a hedge around herself, falling in love only through her characters
where it was safe. So how was it possible that she now found herself attracted
so fast to two men at the same time? Or were they really only one? The more she
thought about it, the more convinced she became—those baby blues were far too
similar. She would keep a close watch on Santa and Niklas. Really close.
As for that attraction... Had to be her
muse. What else could it be?
Sarah glanced at her hand, the number
penned on her skin almost washed into oblivion. Shoot. In her eagerness and
enjoyment of the sauna and shower, she’d totally forgotten about Santa’s phone
number. She reached for her phone and punched in the number, saving it under
‘S’. She should call and ask him to come around after work tonight to continue
their conversation, before he got too busy with Christmas stuff. She still had
a lot of questions for him. But Niklas was coming over later to sort out her
sauna.
Two men in her cabin, at the same time? Could
be an impossible feat though, even for Santa.
Sarah glanced at the time on her phone.
Too early to call. She typed a text message, recalled Santa’s number, and
pressed send.
Pausing before pulling her laptop
closer, she typed another text—one telling Hannah she’d arrived safely, that it
was beautiful here, and to give the boys her love. She’d Skype soon.
Sarah opened her blank manuscript and
saved it under a new name. My Secret Santa . Closing her eyes, she drew a
deep breath. When she
Matthew’s request? What was her nephew
up to this time?
Sarah smiled as she searched for a place
to hang the mistletoe. With its double volume ceiling, the lounge wasn’t an
option. She settled on the entrance into the kitchen. She could see it best
from where she’d be writing. Hannah had prepared the decoration with a blob of
Blu-Tack stuck to the end of the ribbon, ready to hang. Sarah shortened the
ribbon by tying it into a perfect bow at the end of the green stems then
pressed the Blu-Tack and ribbon against the top of the doorway. For a moment
she gazed at the small dangling decoration, its smooth-edged, oval, green
leaves; clusters of waxy, white berries; and soft, red ribbon bringing a touch
of Yuletide color. It was beginning to feel like Christmas.
She glanced at the last item on the
table. Must be from Matthew. Sitting down on one of the chairs, she toyed with the
package. Soft, wrapped in a plastic packet, and taped closed well. What did
Hannah mean by take care?
Digging a fingernail into the plastic,
she punctured the packet then tore it open and pulled out— my swimsuit? She retrieved the note stuck to it, recognizing Matthew’s grade three
handwriting.
Auntie Sarah, I think it’s awesome
you’ve gone to Lapland. High-five. I Googled the place and found all these
crazy things they do there, like racing reindeer and huskies. You so have to do
that if you get time. Another thing you MUST do is jump into an ice hole. I
dare you. It sounds SO COOL. I know you won’t
think to pack in your swimsuit with all that snow there, so I asked my mom to
find yours and pack it with my note. Just so you know, they call the hole in
the ice an avanto.
When you go to see Santa, will you
tell him that for Christmas I’d really like a PlayStation 4? You will go see
him, won’t you—for research? You have to. If you don’t, how can we sing about
you kissing Santa Claus? You have the mistletoe, so now you have to. (I gave
mom the idea. )
Matthew
Great. Now she had a dare to contend
with—although it sounded like two—and no excuse to get out of either.
Holding onto her swimsuit, Sarah glanced
up at the mistletoe and released a slow sigh. What would it be like to kiss
Santa under that mistletoe? What would it be like to sauna with Niklas, taking
that crazy leap into the ice hole together? Both images caused her heart to
beat out of rhythm, something it hadn’t done in forever. After Andrew, she’d
placed a hedge around herself, falling in love only through her characters
where it was safe. So how was it possible that she now found herself attracted
so fast to two men at the same time? Or were they really only one? The more she
thought about it, the more convinced she became—those baby blues were far too
similar. She would keep a close watch on Santa and Niklas. Really close.
As for that attraction... Had to be her
muse. What else could it be?
Sarah glanced at her hand, the number
penned on her skin almost washed into oblivion. Shoot. In her eagerness and
enjoyment of the sauna and shower, she’d totally forgotten about Santa’s phone
number. She reached for her phone and punched in the number, saving it under
‘S’. She should call and ask him to come around after work tonight to continue
their conversation, before he got too busy with Christmas stuff. She still had
a lot of questions for him. But Niklas was coming over later to sort out her
sauna.
Two men in her cabin, at the same time? Could
be an impossible feat though, even for Santa.
Sarah glanced at the time on her phone.
Too early to call. She typed a text message, recalled Santa’s number, and
pressed send.
Pausing before pulling her laptop
closer, she typed another text—one telling Hannah she’d arrived safely, that it
was beautiful here, and to give the boys her love. She’d Skype soon.
Sarah opened her blank manuscript and
saved it under a new name. My Secret Santa . Closing her eyes, she drew a
deep breath. When she
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