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Authors: Christina F. York
turkey, but Lori had one
more bit of ammunition.
Stepping around the
waist-high divider into the splattered kitchen, she picked up the
pumpkin pie that was cooling on the counter.
"No!" After the speechless
minutes, Greg's voice shocked her. She hesitated, arm half-cocked,
ready to give him the old pie-in-the-face routine. Gary's mouth
fought with a grin, losing as he finally blurted, "You forgot the
whipped cream!"
Lori stared as Greg
struggled to suppress his amusement. What was so damned funny, she
wondered? Their first Christmas was ruined. She had worked so hard,
tried so hard to make it memorable. Well, it would be memorable. Her arm relaxed,
as she looked at Greg, hair sticky with cranberries, gravy on his
feet, a sweet pickle caught in the neck of his shirt. What a mess!
Her lips started to twitch, then broke into a broad smile as she
unleashed the pie, and a whoop of laughter at the same time. Greg
ducked, the pie crashed into the wall behind him, then dropped onto
Bones who was too busy eating to notice until it was too
late.
Greg laughed then, too. The
little Scotty peered up from under his coat of soft brown custard,
evidently waiting for the next load of manna from heaven. Looking
at his eager face, Lori laughed harder. Greg picked his way through
the debris, to take his gasping wife in his arms. They leaned on
each other and whooped and chortled 'til tears ran down their
cheeks and they had to hold each other up.
"Look at this. Will
you ever be able
to forget our first Christmas?" Lori gasped.
"Never. Uh, I don't think
we're going to have this for dinner." Greg waved an arm around the
room. "How about we clean up some," he fished mashed potatoes from
the front of her shirt, "and go get something to eat? I'm kinda
hungry after all that exercise."
Lori nodded. Working
together, they cleared the table, wiped the walls, and finally
interrupted Bones' feast so they could clean the floor.
The hamburgers weren't like
mom used to make, but they were the best Greg had ever
tasted.
Afterword from the
author:
Our local writers' workshop
has a Christmas tradition: the last meeting before the holiday
break, we each read aloud a story of 1000 words or less. Each year
we pick a different theme, and the stories must somehow relate to
that theme.
In this particular year,
the theme was "Holiday Food." I took it a personal challenge to
involve the entire traditional Christmas dinner, and I hope that I
succeeded.
About the
author:
Christina F. York is a
native of the Pacific Northwest. She writes across several genres,
including SF, fantasy, romance, and mystery, sometimes in
collaboration with husband J. Steven York, whose Christmas stories
are also available free from Tsunami Press through
Smashwords.
Email Chris at [email protected] ,
or follow her on Facebook (Christina York) or Twitter
(@christinafyork)
Look for more great books
at WWW.TsunamiRidge.com
If you liked this book, try
some of Christina's other books:
DORY COVE
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/20064
Penny Martin swore long ago
she'd never date a fisherman, even if it meant a break up with high
school sweetheart Davey Grant. Davey, injured at sea, needs a
nurse, and Penny agrees - just to help an old friend.
Drawn back into Davey's
world, Penny struggles to break free. But which is stronger, her
fear of the ocean and what it does to the men who fish it, or her
attraction to Davey?
And short
stories:
A Day at the Unicorn
Races
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/20265
Bubbles lives her dream as
a successful unicorn jockey.
The upside? Fame, fortune,
and a job she loves.
Downside? Enforced
celibacy.
Unicorns, after all, can
only be ridden by virgins.
So what's a girl to do when
she falls in love?
Fortress of
Solitude
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/21710
When one door closes,
another opens, or so they say. So why am I sitting behind a locked
door in
more bit of ammunition.
Stepping around the
waist-high divider into the splattered kitchen, she picked up the
pumpkin pie that was cooling on the counter.
"No!" After the speechless
minutes, Greg's voice shocked her. She hesitated, arm half-cocked,
ready to give him the old pie-in-the-face routine. Gary's mouth
fought with a grin, losing as he finally blurted, "You forgot the
whipped cream!"
Lori stared as Greg
struggled to suppress his amusement. What was so damned funny, she
wondered? Their first Christmas was ruined. She had worked so hard,
tried so hard to make it memorable. Well, it would be memorable. Her arm relaxed,
as she looked at Greg, hair sticky with cranberries, gravy on his
feet, a sweet pickle caught in the neck of his shirt. What a mess!
Her lips started to twitch, then broke into a broad smile as she
unleashed the pie, and a whoop of laughter at the same time. Greg
ducked, the pie crashed into the wall behind him, then dropped onto
Bones who was too busy eating to notice until it was too
late.
Greg laughed then, too. The
little Scotty peered up from under his coat of soft brown custard,
evidently waiting for the next load of manna from heaven. Looking
at his eager face, Lori laughed harder. Greg picked his way through
the debris, to take his gasping wife in his arms. They leaned on
each other and whooped and chortled 'til tears ran down their
cheeks and they had to hold each other up.
"Look at this. Will
you ever be able
to forget our first Christmas?" Lori gasped.
"Never. Uh, I don't think
we're going to have this for dinner." Greg waved an arm around the
room. "How about we clean up some," he fished mashed potatoes from
the front of her shirt, "and go get something to eat? I'm kinda
hungry after all that exercise."
Lori nodded. Working
together, they cleared the table, wiped the walls, and finally
interrupted Bones' feast so they could clean the floor.
The hamburgers weren't like
mom used to make, but they were the best Greg had ever
tasted.
Afterword from the
author:
Our local writers' workshop
has a Christmas tradition: the last meeting before the holiday
break, we each read aloud a story of 1000 words or less. Each year
we pick a different theme, and the stories must somehow relate to
that theme.
In this particular year,
the theme was "Holiday Food." I took it a personal challenge to
involve the entire traditional Christmas dinner, and I hope that I
succeeded.
About the
author:
Christina F. York is a
native of the Pacific Northwest. She writes across several genres,
including SF, fantasy, romance, and mystery, sometimes in
collaboration with husband J. Steven York, whose Christmas stories
are also available free from Tsunami Press through
Smashwords.
Email Chris at [email protected] ,
or follow her on Facebook (Christina York) or Twitter
(@christinafyork)
Look for more great books
at WWW.TsunamiRidge.com
If you liked this book, try
some of Christina's other books:
DORY COVE
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/20064
Penny Martin swore long ago
she'd never date a fisherman, even if it meant a break up with high
school sweetheart Davey Grant. Davey, injured at sea, needs a
nurse, and Penny agrees - just to help an old friend.
Drawn back into Davey's
world, Penny struggles to break free. But which is stronger, her
fear of the ocean and what it does to the men who fish it, or her
attraction to Davey?
And short
stories:
A Day at the Unicorn
Races
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/20265
Bubbles lives her dream as
a successful unicorn jockey.
The upside? Fame, fortune,
and a job she loves.
Downside? Enforced
celibacy.
Unicorns, after all, can
only be ridden by virgins.
So what's a girl to do when
she falls in love?
Fortress of
Solitude
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/21710
When one door closes,
another opens, or so they say. So why am I sitting behind a locked
door in
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