Resting Scrooge Face

by Meghan Quinn

Does my piss-poor attitude—including my insane letter to Christmas—have anything to do with the one that got away, the woman who just so happened to move back to our small, wintery town in the heart of Maine? Absolutely, it does.

This might make me sound like an utter troll, but the sound of children laughing while Christmas music plays in the background really makes me want to pull out the Snowball Slinger Two Thousand—prototype, made up in my head—and start pelting them, one by one.

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“What?” she responds. “That’s what you’re going to say to me? What?” No, what I really want to say is how beautiful you are. How I’ve missed staring into your eyes. Or hearing your laugh.