Merry Christmas!

This has been a tough run into the holidays for many people. We have seen both natural disaster and the evil that hate can do. But let us not forget the reason for the season, love. It is easy to get lost in the darkness so head toward the light and you will overcome! I wish you all a very happy and healthy Christmas!

 

I’d like to give the gift of a free e-book to the first three people who leave a comment. All you have to do is tell me which book you want. For Always or Heart Waves, and why! Good luck. 

 

I’d also like to share a post I wrote for That Artsy Reader Girl. If you didn’t have a chance to read it, here it is, enjoy!

 

I lie in bed with my eyes closed, waiting for sleep. I sighed, feeling not an ounce of joy or hope in my heart for this holiday season. I missed Reece! He was all I wanted, my very own Christmas miracle. Sappy songs played through my mind like, “I’ll be home for Christmas,” and “All I want for Christmas is you,” Every song was a reminder of how much I missed him.

 

“Jenna.”

 

My imagination got the best of me. With my eyes closed I sniffled, and squeezed tight the huge stuffed dog Reece won for me on our first date.

 

“Jenna, baby,” I heard the voice again. My memory was cruel. Everything about the sound of his melodious voice was perfect. “Wake up!” He brushed my hair back away from my face, electricity surged through my body at his touch.

 

I hadn’t felt that familiar heat in a long time. Too long!

 

“Reece?” I shot up, not believing he sat on the edge of my bed. “Is that really you?”

 

He smiled. His honey brown eyes soft and playful.

 

I launched myself at him, almost knocking us both off the bed.  

 

He wrapped his around my waist crushing me against him. “I love you!” I felt tears on my cheek. I didn’t know for sure if they were mine or his. “I miss you Jenna, more than you could ever imagine.” After a few moments he stood, helping me to my feet.

 

“C’mon.”

 

“Wait, where are we going? Why can’t we just stay here and . . .”

 

“Shh.” He brushed his soft, warm lips against mine, waking parts of body and heart that lie dormant since the last time he was in my room. “I don’t have much time.”

 

The pain of disappointment sliced at my heart, like a thousand tiny razors.

 

He gave me a sad forced smile. “But, I’m here now. I couldn’t miss our first Christmas together. Let’s make the most of it.” He led me from my bedroom to the front door. “We don’t want to wake your parents,” He whispered, a playful twinkle in his eyes.  

 

Still in my pyjamas, I pulled a pair of boots on, and followed him out the door. At the curb, in front of my house, a fancy horse drawn carriage waited. The brown and white horse was decked out in red and green adornments, with tiny, silver bells dispersed on its mane and head stall.

 

Seeing my reaction Reece lit with joy.

 

We bounded down the porch steps. The driver stood alongside the carriage and took my hand to help me up. Lying on the interior seat sat a very soft, cosy blanket.  Once we settled in, the drive flicked the reins and the horse began to trot down my street through the unmarred snow.

 

Reece threw the blanket over us and held me tight. I nuzzled my head against his chest, tears of joy pooling in my eyes.

 

“This is the best Christmas gift ever!” I gushed. “I can’t believe you’re here! I thought you were . . .”

 

Reece dipped down and met my lips again. My heart thrummed faster than the speed of light, so fast, I could barely tell one beat from the next. We were together again. Finally. I took a deep breath, breathing it all in: the snow, the night air, and Reece.

 

In an instant it all came to an end. The carriage stopped and the driver cleared his throat. We were in front of my house. Right back to where we started. My heart dropped to the cold, hard ground.

 

Reece placed one last gentle kiss on my lips before pulling away, climbing out of the carriage, and extending his hand for me.

 

Reluctantly I let him lead me back to my bedroom.  He pulled the covers back for me to climb into my bed.  “I don’t want you to go,” I whined. “You’re my Christmas miracle.” I sniffled and fought to conceal a yawn.

 

He smiled a warm loving smile that went straight to my heart! “C’mon sleepy head back to bed.”

 

“I’m not tired,” I answered.

 

“You are such a bad liar.” Reece sat on the bed and waited for me to lie down next to him.

 

“I’m not going to sleep you know.”

 

He grinned the cocky, self-assured smirk I missed so much.

 

“Just lie down.”

 

I listened only because it would keep me close to him. Reece ran his fingers through my hair. “Now close your eyes.”

 

I shook my head. I didn’t want to risk falling asleep, and risk him slipping away.

 

“Please. I’ll tell you all about the things we’ll do when I get back,” he tried to convince me.

 

 I closed my eyes and listened. I listened to his soft voice, and his promises of things to come.

 

Something startled me. I shot up and opened my eyes. “Reece?”

 

Sunlight spilled in through the blinds. It was Christmas morning and I was alone in my room, with no sign of him. I let out a long, frustrated sigh. It was a dream, nothing more. A wonderful, miraculous dream brought on by the sentiment of the holiday. 

 

I rubbed my hands over my face, feeling something cold and hard against my skin. I brought my hand down and stared at it in disbelief. Reece’s ring was on my finger.  I never took the ring off my necklace. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure about what really happened. After all, people say nothing is impossible at Christmas. It’s all about believing in miracles. And at that moment, more than anything I wanted to believe.

 

 

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