In a Holidaze

by Christina Lauren

“Maybe I’m not actually talking to you right now. Maybe I’m in a coma in the hospital, or maybe I really am dreaming this. All I know is that I already lived through this Christmas, managed to mess it all up, got creamed by a Christmas tree truck, and now I’m back, and it’s the beginning of the holiday all over again.”

“For the record, you were much more helpful last time.” He considers this. “Was I also high?” “Actually, yes.” He holds his hands palms-up as if to say There you go.

‘Snug as a Luke in a tauntaun’ isn’t a saying yet, but we could make it happen.”

“I will die on the White Chocolate Is Not Chocolate hill.” “It may not be chocolate, but it is delicious.” “Wrong, Maisie,” he says in Mandrew voice. “It tastes like fake mint and ass.”