Christmas in Spite of You

by K.C. Mills

boss pays me handsomely to suffer. No thanks necessary.” She flashed me a smile before leaving my office, and I fired up my desktop to get my day started.

I love

Maybe you might even consider sitting on his and sliding south on his North Pole. Either way, I support

Or maybe I hated what Christmas used to represent in my life. The thought of adopting a new version with her wasn’t so bad.

“Your day’s coming, Noel. Just you wait. You’re a sweetheart. The right man will realize it and marry you in the blink of an eye.” His words had me internally frowning at the idea of there being a right man for her if that man wasn’t me.

Long-distance relationships didn’t work, and if I were being honest, I couldn’t see myself agreeing to one. Most certainly not with Noel. I’d want her in my life daily. Relationship?

“Oh, it’s a thing, Noel. Naughty or Nice, She’s Getting It Twice. Christmas Cums Early, Little Cummer Toy, Jingle Bell Cock . . .” “Please stop,” I choked

but that’s how women are. They bind themselves to men who will never make them happy. It’s like they love to torture themselves, making all the wrong decisions, and then punishing us good guys for showing them the life and happiness they deserve.”

For whatever reason, whatever had been bothering Noel last night was still bothering her today, but I’d deal with that later. At the moment, I needed to shower and dress in record time so that I didn’t get left behind.

“It is my first real Christmas. And it’s also my first Christmas with you. It’s appropriate. Thank you.”