It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like…Chaos

I wish I could tell you that the stockings were hung by the (in my case faux) chimney with care.  That the tree was bought, lighted and decorated.  That the Christmas fudge, sausage rolls and cheese wafers were made and ready to go.  That the presents were bought, wrapped, mailed and delivered.  That the house was clean (never mind decorated).  That I’d finished the novella I am supposed to have done by the month’s end.  That I’d written long and chatty notes in all the Christmas cards (only greetings, I’m afraid, but they are written and sent.)  That I’d won Publisher’s House Sweepstakes or the Powerball—whoops I’m digressing!

I gotta say, there is a serious part of me that wishes I was a kid again (and no fate, I’m not asking for a Big-like intervention).  Just a moment when the Holidays are all about the magic again.  You know—staring up at the glittering tree, wondering what Santa will bring while your mom makes hot chocolate and cookies in the kitchen and the whole house smells like pine and vanilla.  I want a Norman Rockwell moment.  Just one.   And not the kind I have to instigate.

I know, fat chance—but a girl can dream.  And maybe sneak off for a good Christmas anthology?   So spill girls… while I’m decorating like a mad woman… share some of the great Holiday romances you’ve read this season.  I want them all.  Starting with Jacquie’s Mine at Midnight.

And in case you are in the mood for a suspenseful holiday story –check out my Still of the Night…   for just 99 cents!  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005WD6A7M

 

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