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‘Well, if you really need someone, I suppose I could do that—if you really need me.’ Clara tried to make her reluctance quite clear, but Elizabeth was having none of that. She just cheerily plowed along, working on getting Clara on the road to fill in for no-shows among the volunteers at the soup kitchen where Elizabeth was working that evening.

Nothing had put her off—not Clara’s remark that it was already dark, not her observation that it had begun to snow—not even her noting that it was Christmas Eve.

Everyone knew Clara didn’t come out on Christmas Eve—that she hadn’t done so for nearly a decade. Everyone but Elizabeth, apparently. But that wasn’t Elizabeth’s fault. She’d only moved here last summer, and no one talked about Clara and Christmas Eve any more. It made all the difference that Elizabeth was such a gem, otherwise there would have been no question of it at all. She’d been there for Clara on short notice so many times herself. Clara knew she owed Elizabeth big time, and Elizabeth wasn’t being pushy so much as she was assuming that her good friend would do what Elizabeth would do for anyone else in a short-notice bind like this.

Clara couldn’t say no—and in the end she didn’t. She promised she’d be there. Elizabeth just didn’t understand about Clara and Christmas Eve. Clara knew Elizabeth would be the first one to understand and to be sensitive if she knew.

It started as soon as Clara entered the garage. For some time after that she wondered why she hadn’t just stopped trying at that point. As the door into the house shut and locked, Clara realized she didn’t have her car keys—which were on the same chain as her house key, which she also didn’t have now. She had an emergency house key hidden in the garage, of course, although it took her a couple of minutes to remember where she’d put it. But she did remember—and in the precious moments she lost in reentering the house and retrieving her car keys and getting the garage door lifted, the snow had begun to stick on the driveway.

‘Remember that Elizabeth sounded almost desperate for the help and that she has put everything down to help me so often,’ Clara muttered to herself as she pulled out of the garage. It would have been hard enough on any snowy night. But it was Christmas Eve. Everyone knew Clara hid away on Christmas Eve. Everyone but Elizabeth. And Elizabeth needed her. She’d said that fewer volunteers had shown up at the soup kitchen than anticipated, but more of the homeless than planned had come in off the street to escape the cold and the snow—and to have some semblance of family on Christmas Eve.

Family on Christmas Eve, Clara thought. And, whether she wanted them to or not, the tears started to roll down her cheeks as she drove out into the dark night.

Clara rolled up to St. Mark’s Presbyterian Church on Maple—almost on the other side of town—to find very few cars in the parking lot. This was a surprise, as Elizabeth had said the church was running Christmas programs all evening and that their meal and shelter service for the homeless was being hampered by everyone bringing in cookies for the breaks between the church services and competing for counter space in the kitchen.

Clara stepped out of the car—and into a slushy puddle, realizing only then that she hadn’t put on her snow boots before she’d left home. And when she got to the door of the church, she found only a small group of people finishing putting up the decorations for the late evening church services.

Clara was almost choked up with the emotion of being in a church for the first time on Christmas Eve in eight years, and it took her several minutes—after having gone into the community building wing and finding the kitchen dark—to build up the capability to return to the sanctuary and try to clear up the mystery of not finding the activity going on in the church that she’d expected to find.

‘Oh, you must mean St. Mark’s Lutheran across town on Landon Street,’ a cheery, rosy-cheeked woman answered. ‘I think they are on for the homeless shelter duty over the holidays. We’d be pleased if you attended one of our services here, of course, if you can’t make it there in time. It’s only a little more than an hour before the first of those.’

‘Uh . . . no thanks,’ Clara stammered. ‘Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t go to Christmas Eve services anymore. I . . . I can’t . . .’ By then Clara had backed up to the outer door in the narthex, though, and she turned and fled into the cold, snowy night.

It had been her own fault. She had just latched onto the St. Mark’s name when Elizabeth had mentioned where help was needed. Elizabeth probably even had specified it was St. Mark’s Lutheran and Clara had been so focused on forming her excuses for not coming that she hadn’t paid attention. No wonder Elizabeth thought it wouldn’t be much of an imposition, Clara thought. St. Mark’s Lutheran was near where Clara had started out from home. Elizabeth had every reason to assume that the snow wouldn’t be that much of a problem for Clara.

Clara looked up at the sky. The snowflakes were getting larger and there was increasingly less space between them as they fell. She decided it would be best to take the country road around the perimeter of the town rather than drive through town with all of the rest of the sliding cars.

Bad decision.

Half way around town, on a pitch-black stretch of road going through a thickly forested section, a deer bounded across the road just beyond Clara’s headlights and she pulled hard to the right to avoid it. She missed the deer, but she glanced off a boulder at the side of the road with her wheel, and she didn’t get more than a couple of hundred yards farther down the road before her tire blew and the car lurched into a side ditch.

‘I knew it,’ Clara moaned. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have tried to come out on Christmas Eve.’ All of the hurt and frustration and despair of this one night of the year boiled up inside her and Clara was crying again. Big, gasping, gobs of crying—almost wailing. But almost as soon as it had started, it stopped. Clara had controlled herself for eight years, she wasn’t going to fall to pieces on Christmas Eve now. She’d call AAA and just get them to take her home. She had borne up under the burden for eight years. She would continue to tough it out.

She was dialing the cell phone under the weak light of the ceiling dome when she heard the tapping on her window.

‘Can I help?’ he asked through the pane of glass.

He looked familiar. Yes, she’d seen him in the group of folks she’d gone to the theater with as Elizabeth’s guest the week after Thanksgiving. He’d been sweet. A great smile and funny stories. It had been a group from Elizabeth’s church, Clara remembered. She rolled down the window.

‘Say, aren’t you Mrs. Benton?’ he asked.

‘Yes, yes,’ Clara answered. ‘And you’re Ben . . . Ben from Elizabeth Sturges’s church group, aren’t you?’

‘Yes. It looks like you are in a good bit of trouble and that you won’t be going anywhere in this car tonight.’

‘I was just calling AAA,’ Clara answered.

‘Maybe you should do that,’ Ben answered. ‘I’d change your tire for you, but it looks like you have some front end damage too.’

‘I hit a rock—avoiding a deer,’ Clara said.

‘Ah. Well, you can get AAA out here, and then I’ll drive you anywhere you want to go.’

‘I don’t live that far away,’ Clara answered. ‘But where were you headed? I don’t want you to be late . . . on Christmas Eve.’

‘I’m going to church, to St. Mark’s on Landon. Helping with some of the church services there this evening.’

‘Ah,’ Clara said. She dreaded the thought, but she couldn’t forget the help she’d promised to Elizabeth, and her White Knight was headed there already. It seemed to be fate. Clara gave in to it.

‘That’s where I was originally headed too, actually,’ Clara admitted. ‘Elizabeth enlisted me to help with
the meal service for the homeless tonight. So, if you want, we could just go there and you could take me home afterward.’

‘That would be great,’ Ben said. ‘You’d even have time to go to a service after the kitchen closed down . . . if you liked.’

Clara began to tremble and she barely was able to control her voice when she answered. ‘I don’t really go to Christmas Eve services anymore. If there was someplace I could just wait until you were ready to leave—’

‘Sure, sure, no problem,’ Ben quickly said. And his smile was genuine, so Clara didn’t feel she had to make any further excuses.

When they arrived at the church, Elizabeth expressed delight at seeing Clara and clucked sympathetically at the story of how difficult it had been for Clara to get there, but she didn’t really seem to be all that much in need of help.

‘Some volunteers came in who weren’t scheduled,’ she said. ‘Just wanted to help out on Christmas Eve. But if you could, Clara, I’d appreciate it if you’d take a meal over to that young man sitting at the table by himself. He didn’t come through the food line, just got some coffee, and we’ll be closing the line down soon. He looks pretty dejected, I’m sure he needs the meal and a friendly face.’

Clara took a tray of food and approached the young man in dread. There was a familiarity about him—even in the way his head was hanging, and his shoulders looked just about ready to collapse into his chest.

‘Oh, dear god, not on Christmas Eve,’ Clara murmured as she approached. On top of everything else she just didn’t think she could manage this on Christmas Eve. But she supposed she’d have to.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Hi to you too,’ the young man said. When he looked up, there was a familiar sadness in his eyes, and Clara immediately knew that she wouldn’t leave him alone. Not on Christmas Eve. She somehow knew this was another chance being given her.

‘I brought you some food,’ she said. And when she set it down on the table at his elbow, she sat down across from him herself. ‘The kitchen is about to close, and they say you haven’t eaten yet.’

‘Don’t need it, thanks. But thanks for bringing it. I’ll take the coffee, mine is about all gone.’

‘Well, maybe you’ll feel like eating in a bit,’ Clara said. ‘Do you mind if I sit? I’ve had quite an evening, and it would be good to get off my feet.’

‘No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.’

Little by little Clara drew the young man out in conversation, and it was no surprise to find that she was right—that the familiar look about him probably meant just what she thought it meant.

When they’d become comfortable with each other and Clara hadn’t pressed too much on his evasions—getting only a sketchy ‘feeling inferior and abandoned by the world’ version of why he was here on Christmas Eve rather than anywhere else—she reached down into her pocketbook and took a shiny silver coin out and held it up for the young man to see.

‘Would you accept a small Christmas present from me?’ she asked softly. ‘It’s not worth much, I’m sure, but I’ve had it for several years, and I think you might appreciate it. It was my son’s.’

‘Your son’s?’ the young man asked. He took the coin from her and held it up to the light. ‘Where’s this from?’ he asked. ‘I can’t read any of the inscription. It looks fancy, though. What country is it from? And doesn’t your son want it anymore?’

‘That’s the point of it, I think,’ Clara answered in a low voice that she was using every power she had to keep under control. ‘Erick’s grandfather gave it to him, telling him that it was his job to figure out where it came from—that as long as he had such a quest facing him, he would have a purpose in life.’

‘Sounds deep,’ the young man answered. ‘And why do you have it?’

And then, in faltering but purposeful tones, Clara told the young man, who seemed so similar in his demeanor to her own son, of the Christmas Eve eight years previously when she and her husband had bustled off to church services—not even bothering to listen to why her son, who had been despondent for so long, wasn’t going to go with them. And then, how they had come home after midnight to find that he had hanged himself in his room—that he had died, despondent, and all alone on Christmas Eve—while they were at a church service.

‘I should have known,’ Clara said as she at last struggled through the telling of that story. ‘I was just too busy with getting everything just right for Christmas. But I should have known. I found this coin in the trash can in my bedroom three days before Christmas. I should have known that Erick was trying to reach out to me, was trying to tell me that he had reached the end of whatever hell he was living in—that he’d given up on trying to find a purpose in life. I can only imagine what that was—what it was that would go through the mind of a young man who had everything available to him in life if he just reached out for it. But I’m sure he discarded that coin where he was sure that I’d see it, where I would know that he no longer was seeking. But I was blind. And just too busy getting ready for the season. I . . . I failed him. And if I were to be granted one wish in life, I would like the opportunity to tell my son what a heartbreak it is to have a child leave you in such a manner on Christmas Eve—or any time, really—that no problems in life or stumbling about in search of loving relationships and purpose in life can overshadow that.’

Clara looked up at the young man then, into his face. While she’d been telling her story, she hadn’t been able to look at him. But now she wanted to know whether he had understood any of this—whether he knew why she had told him a story she’d kept locked inside her for eight years.

And the look he gave her told her that he knew why and that it had to do with him as much as her lost son—but that he was wavering on the fence.

‘And your husband?’ he whispered.

‘He couldn’t endure it. We had been living together—but apart—for some time already. He left within a year. And every Christmas since then has been what we call a Blue Christmas for me—the lowest day of the year. And I’ve never again decorated for Christmas or left my darkened house on Christmas Eve. At least until tonight.’

The silence between them was deafening.

But Clara built up the strength to go on. Somehow she knew she had struggled in this evening for a purpose, a purpose that was beyond her control, and that she couldn’t leave it this way. She was desperate to move him off that fence. It was as if this was the last chance for her—more so than for the young man.

‘I’ve given you a present now. . . . You’ll accept it, won’t you? It would mean so much to me.’

The young man nodded his head ever so slightly, almost indecisively, but he didn’t return the coin.

‘So, could I ask for a present from you?’ Clara rushed on.

‘I don’t really have—’

‘I have a cell phone here,’ Clara interrupted. ‘All I’d like for a present is that you take it and call your parents and tell them you are OK on Christmas Eve. Could you do that for me? You said they didn’t live very far from here. Please? I’ll move away and give you some privacy.’

The young man didn’t say no, and Clara put her cell phone on the table in front of him and got up and moved over to Elizabeth before he could turn her request down.

‘You certainly seemed to be in serious conversation with that young man,’ Elizabeth said. From her tone, Clara could tell that Elizabeth was pleased—and maybe relieved. She wouldn’t have been surprised to hear that Elizabeth had sought the extra help this evening precisely because of the young man and how sad and desperate he looked. And it struck Clara at that moment that perhaps Elizabeth knew more of her personal grief than she had ever let on—and that asking Clara to come this evening was a gift from Elizabeth to not one, but two people.

Clara turned
to see that the young man was speaking into the telephone. When she turned back, Elizabeth had retreated into the church’s kitchen, where they were beginning to clean up the cooking utensils and making room for an increasing stream of plates of cookies for the festivities between church services upstairs.

Clara followed her into the kitchen, and after several minutes of helping Elizabeth, Clara went back out into the fellowship hall. The young man had finished his call and was standing up.

He handed Clara’s cell phone back to her, and she sighed when she saw that the familiar look she’d seen in his face earlier had drained away from him.

‘Thanks,’ he said. ‘Thank you so much. Could you tell them over at the intake table that I won’t be here for the night?’

‘You’re not going back out into the snow, I hope,’ Clara said in a concerned voice.

‘No. No. My parents are coming by to pick me up in a few minutes. I’ll try going home again, I guess.’

Tears sprang to Clara’s eyes, and she couldn’t help beaming up into his face.

‘Oh, and . . . um, it’s awkward. But could you take this for me? I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to do with it. But I don’t want it anymore. Don’t need it anymore, I think.’

As he was saying this, he took a newspaper-wrapped parcel out of his jacket pocket. It made a clunking noise as he put it down on the table.

‘And . . . and thanks for the coin. Do you want me to let you know where it came from when I’ve figured it out?’

‘No. No, thanks,’ Clara answered. ‘I do believe I’d like to keep it in the seeking mode.’

Clara and Elizabeth were slipping through the narthex of the church after leaving the young man’s parcel in the pastor’s office with a note attached, nervous and not knowing what else to do with the gun the young man had left behind, when Ben came through the door to the sanctuary, which was already nearly filled with people attending the next-to-last evening service. Strains of ‘It Came Upon a Midnight Clear’ were filtering through the church as an introit into the service.

‘Oh, there you are, Clara,’ Ben said. ‘Come, I’ll show you where you can wait and rest until the service is over. I’ll be able to take you home after this service.’

‘Thank you,’ Clara said, ‘But if you don’t mind, I think maybe I’ll come into the service with you. I haven’t been out of the house on Christmas Eve, let alone to a Christmas service, in eight years.’

As soon as she uttered those words, Clara was sorry that she’s said them in Elizabeth’s hearing. Now, if this hadn’t all been part of a plan that she had been privy to, Elizabeth might learn why Clara had been hibernating and feel bad that she’d forced Clara out on Christmas Eve.

But Elizabeth was at Clara’s elbow and was giving a little tentative half smile. ‘I know you didn’t, Clara. I’d heard about that. But I thought it was time that you did come out on this, of all, nights. I hope I—’

Elizabeth didn’t have to finish her sentence, though, because Clara smiled and wrapped her arm under Elizabeth’s and guided her into the sanctuary behind Ben, looking for three empty spaces in the overflowing pews. She turned to Ben and smiled to him as well, and his returned smile and the look of interest in his eyes spoke volumes of the hope of new beginnings for Clara.

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Merry Fing Christmas

(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out the windshield, not really seeing anything. He alternated between replaying the events in his mind and wondering numbly what to do next. The...

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Pad Thai or Pussy for Christmas

During our almost eleven year relationship, neither Barb nor I were very traditional regardless of whether you’re thinking of food choices or our sexual proclivities. One year, as December arrived, we started to discuss where we wanted to go for dinner on Christmas Eve since we preferred to eat out rather than cook for ourselves. After some back and forth between us, the decision was made to go to one of my favorite Thai restaurants on Irving Park Road which was about an eight-block walk from...

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A PANTYHOSE CHRISTMAS

A PANTYHOSE CHRISTMASThe year of my twelfth Christmas was the first one in which both my parents worked and therefore Mom had asked me to help more this year with getting the house decorated. We seldom decorated more than a week before Christmas other than Dad and a neighbor putting up the outdoor lights over the Thanksgiving weekend.After arriving home from school one afternoon I raced up to my room, jumped out of my shoes, socks and briefs and slipped on a pair of off-black STW pantyhose Nick...

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Twelve Days of Christmas by BobH (c) 2010 On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me A set of black lingerie. * And it was a big surprise, let me tell you. When she and her twin brother had set off for Europe to visit family in the Balkans for the days leading up to the holidays, Katya had told me at the airport what she had planned. "So that you don't forget me I've arranged for a gift to be delivered to you on each of the eleven days...

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Merry Christmas

Christmas day dawned bright for Katie Shaw. Her clock radio had awakened her to the sound of Christmas carols and news of snow falling since 2:00 that morning. There must be at least three inches on the ground. The prospect of the roads being covered didn't dampen Katie's spirits as she turned on the shower while she brushed her teeth. Stepping from the shower Katie took down the oversized towel and rubbed it briskly over her skin. She could feel the electric tingle she created as she rocked...

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Making Room for Christmas

(From the Charlotte Diamond mystery series) ‘Look at that snow come down. It looks like we’ll be socked in at the Peak Lodge. I’m sorry, Charlotte. It was inconsiderate for me to drag you along. It’s no way for you to have to spend Christmas.’ ‘Just being able to be in the same room with you on Christmas, even if across a banquet hall, is enough for me,’ Charlotte Diamond said. She snuggled up against the gorgeous woman she still couldn’t believe she was with. Brenda Boynton—or Brandon, as...

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The Miracle of Christmas

The Miracle of Christmas Another sleepless night, another Christmas fraught with worry. There wouldn't be many packages to open for the kids this year. I've been telling them that Christmas is too commercial and we are starting a new tradition of just one present per person. The reality is that we can't afford even one. They had watched the polar express for the umpteenth time, and I was tired of hearing that simpleton message: “You just need to believe.” Belief is a luxury for children and...

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Ill Be Home For Christmas

I'll Be Home For Christmas By Arecee "Welcome back Miss McFadden. Did everything go well?" asked Susan, my assistant. "Yes, even better than I expected, Susan. They signed," I replied, as I set my briefcase on her desk. "Are you serious, we got the account?" she asked. "That's what I'm saying, dear girl, we landed the entire job. We start after the New Year. I'm so excited, I can hardly breath. I'm going...

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Sarah Carerra 337 A Very Carerra Christmas

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A- By Megan Campbell Chapter 37 - A Very Carerra Christmas The stage was dark. The only noise to be heard was the dull roar of the crowd as they waited. I stood calmly between Jenna and Michelle on the second row of the riser that...

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Spirit of Christmas

‘Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It’s good to see you out. How’re doin’ today?’ ‘Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me.’ Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Clem had been the super for these buildings for nearly twenty years, and he knew most of the tenants by their apartment numbers, but he’d...

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The True Spirit Of Christmas

The True spirit Of Christmas (or the awakening of Katie) By Paul1954 Prologue Clare Warrington was sitting on the sofa in the large living room, holding a cup that contained the last dregs of the coffee she had just finished, and staring at the Christmas tree that stood proud in the corner. She had always loved this time of year as she and her husband, Thomas, brought up their young family. She couldn't really narrow it down to any one thing - it had been everything and...

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All I Want For Christmas

Merry Christmas Everyone!!! I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Chanukah, and any other celebrations taking place all over the world at this time. The story below is based on emotions and fears that are near and dear to me. I hope all of you like what I have written, and I welcome your comments. A.P. All I Want For Christmas By Alexisandra Phaithe All Rights Reserved, Throughout Existence. December 13th, 2000 Alexis...

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Seasons Greetings A Carol Christmas

Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989. This story is archived in its entirety at Fictionmania (go to search by authors and select Joel Lawrence). This story takes place approximately one year to a year and a half after the conclusion of "Tales of the Season: Darla's Story" in the branch of the "Seasons of Change" Universe that I started with "A Losing Season", also archived at Fictionmania. Of course, this is a play...

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Heaven In The Mountain At Christmas

It was hard leaving Jayden, after the days we had together during the Thanksgiving weekend. Being with her always gives me a feeling of exhilaration. Jayden's smiling face, her mature aura, her mannerisms, and the way she loves me, provides me with a reason to enjoy life and feel young again. The time we spent at Camp George will have to keep me satisfied till Christmas, when Jayden is joining me for her holiday break. Her parents will be off on a cruise; it will give us nearly two weeks...

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The Double Date That Didnt EndChapter 3 Operation White Christmas

SHANE "Say my name," she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt. No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted her naked body, and slid myself effortlessly inside. Her exquisitely hot gash gripped me like a vice. My hands fell to her full, shuddering breasts, and I held on for dear life as I fucked her—harder and harder—no longer in control of my own actions,...

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CadeChapter 13 Merry Christmas

It was the morning after the party, and Callie was pouting as she cooked breakfast. Her bottom was still sore. Cade walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck affectionately and she pushed him away, "Stop it." "What's the matter?" He asked in irritation. She turned away as tears rolled down her face, "You whipped me hard last night, that's what." "I know, and I won't hesitate to whip you again like that if you keep flirting with other men." He was stern, cold, and...

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Snow for Christmas

‘Ok, that’s it for today. Remember guys…’ ‘We know Mrs. G! You’ve told us a hundred thousand times’ called one of the exasperated students. ‘More like a million’ murmured another under his breath. ‘Have fun! Be safe! And take care of your library books!’ chorused the class in a loud, sing-song voice. ‘All right you wise guys, I get it. But I don’t want to see any books with candy canes stuck to them when you come back,’ she chuckled. ‘Now get lost. Shoo. Back to class with you. Have a Happy...

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The Twelve Changes of Christmas

The Twelve Changes of Christmas By Roy Del Frink By the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Legs that were smooth and sexy. By the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: An hourglass shape, Two perfect breasts, And legs that were smooth and sexy. By the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Cute, dainty arms, An...

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All She Wants for Christmas

"Please Mommy! Can't we go see Santa?" cried the twin girls. Victoria Kramer was wishing she was anywhere but the mall right this moment, but here she was, and of all days, she was there on Christmas Eve. She was here because her mother called her in a panic asking – no begging – her to pick up those special cheese nut balls that only Hickory Farms sold in the mall during Christmas. Victoria had agreed before she realized two things: first, it was Christmas Eve, and second, the twins would...

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Jacobs Christmas

Jacob Walters stood before the sink and looked at the face that was staring back at him in the mirror. It was a haggard face. A face that had weathered a lifetime of disappointments. A face that showed defeat in every wrinkle, and desperation in the eyes. How did I come to this? Jacob thought. Jacob hung his head and looked into the sink. He turned on the water and watched it swirl around the basin and then disappear down the drain. He imagined his life swirling away down the drain as well....

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A Merry Christmas

I hadn’t lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everything: birthdays, holidays, shopping, lunch with my folks when I felt like it. Of course I’d spend the holidays with my family. And I had...

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An Unexpected Christmas

In the department store where I had recently been employed, for my sins I was placed in charge of the kiddies division. Ironically, I really did not like kids!Being twenty-three years old and the youngest member of staff in a managerial position, however, I had to take the rough with the smooth. To add to my misery it was December, Christmas time, so the task of employing an in-house Santa Claus was given to me. The third applicant I interviewed was a man named Albie. For some or other reason I...

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Cleaner Christmas

Cleaner Christmas************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2013 (Edited December 2013)The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.*************************************************It was a damp, cold late November, a Friday evening as our three-card...

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Tales from a HustlerAll I Want for Christmas

Tales of a Hustler---All I Want for Christmas“All I Want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” LOL that fits perfect with “two front teeth” It was Christmas eve, and the middle of the week. I couldn't go home, cause I would need off more than 1 day. Mom said it's no big deal—she had volunteered to pull a double at the diner anyway, and she said Dustin didn't spend much time at the house anyway. Said she didn't know where he was most of the time. I told her I would get home the weekend, and I would...

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A pussy for Christmas

Paul asks for a pussy for Christmas, without realising that "pussy" has a double meaning. Just a short Christmas gift for Fictionmania readers. ***** "What's the best looking pet?" asked Joe. "I dunno," said his friends. "A pussy!" he said. His friends all laughed. Paul wasn't quite sure why the joke was funny, but he laughed along to avoid feeling left out. Paul was 12 years old. He was very bright, but also very naive. He had started school at a young age, so most of his...

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All I Want for Christmas

Just a quick little something I put together for the holidays. Hope you enjoy it. One of my favorite songs when I was a kid was that silly one about a kid wanting his two front teeth for Christmas. But then again, I was that kid missing his two front teeth. And no, Santa Clause didn’t give them back for Christmas and I spent the next few months looking like a boxer who went up against Muhammed Ali without wearing his mouth guard. Yeah, I know. What does a two year old know about Muhammed...

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I wish me a merry Christmas

The snow, falling slowly in little flocks, the day, the streets, it's all a perfect Christmas evening; except it's still the 23rd and, when I opened the door to my apartment, it was empty: not a single ornament to remind me of the large Christmas trees of my childhood; not a single present wrapped in colorful paper and big laces. It might as well be the 24th, as it will be the same, only with much worse TV programs. Maybe I could rent something; a comedy, or porn. I wonder if I'd find porn...

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Lad and Me at Christmas

voices singing, "Let's be jolly, pack my ass with border collie..." We live "out here on the edge of the prairie," as the guy on the radio used to say, and when the wind comes rushing down the plain this time of year, there is no sweetly waving wheat; it just feels anywhere from bitterly to lethally cold. You can argue whether or not it's the most wonderful time of the year, I suppose, but opinions aside, late December on the northern plains is cold. Taking your pants off in a...

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Remembering Christmas

In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...

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Last Christmas

Driving home for Christmas was always exciting. I had left home eight years ago, first to attend College and then to work. I majored in Finance and had a job that I loved for a large international investment company. This Christmas was especially exciting because my girlfriend of almost two years, whom I loved dearly, would be there and I planned to propose to her at Christmas dinner. My mind drifted as I drove. I remembered the first time I saw Catherine as a woman. We had gone to school...

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A Rose for Christmas

‘I won’t be bitter for Christmas.’ Paul Curtis had said it again and again through those dreary weeks alone in his one-room flat, with the miserable Northern European winter just outside and his empty broken heart inside. Now, for the most part, he figured he’d succeeded: he wasn’t bitter. Much. Alone, distrustful, and still plagued with memories of the recent hard times, but less bitter than he’d felt in weeks at least. Of course, he mused, he now had plenty of reasons not to be bitter —...

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Julies Christmas

It had been over a month since our Halloween party at mom’s house. It was now much colder out, with snow that had fallen everywhere. Over the last little while, I had taught Klintuck about some of our human traditions as he did not know everything, but he did know some. As such, I spent some of the time explaining Christmas and other holidays based on different religions. I started to feel very close to Klintuck, more than a friend but not quite like a husband. I felt that we were kind of like...

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SRU All He Wants for Christmas

Following is a little Christmas story for your enjoyment (hopefully). This story can be posted on Fictionmania and any other free site. Happy Holidays! SRU: All He Wants for Christmas By JDCopyhack Jeff Marsden shuffled through the mall, which bustled with holiday shoppers. It was Christmas Eve, and Jeff had just finished buying a gift for his mother when he decided to stop by Video Warehouse to check out the new PlayStation games. The store was packed, as was every other...

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Dance of a LifetimeChapter 29 First Christmas

"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas..." Warren was crooning. "Well quit dreaming, because you got one." Peg laughed, as she pointed out the window at the lightly falling snow. It was Christmas morning, and the Kelleher family was gathered around the tree, opening presents. There were a couple of inches of snow on the ground, and it was still falling. It was a perfect New England Christmas morning. A car pulled up in front of the house, as Peg was looking out the window. "Here comes...

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