The Christmas Spirit by H.P. Mallory EPUB & PDF -eBook Details
- Author: H.P. Mallory
- Language: English
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The Christmas Spirit
Narrated by Poppy
The ring on my finger stared back at me like an accusation.
I turned it around, and around again until it wore a red mark on my skin.
It really was pretty, with a white gold band that looked nice against my
pale skin. Yellow gold always looked a bit funny on me, just too much
contrast, and not in a good way. But this ring… well, it was lovely, really.
The diamond was done in a princess cut that sparkled with rainbows in the
smallest amount of light. And the little flecks of sapphire that surrounded the
center stone were the exact same shade as my eyes.
The ring was elegant, tasteful, and more importantly, obviously picked
out with a lot of care for the person who would be wearing it.
Looking at it made me want to cry. And I couldn’t quite put my finger on
the reason why.
Eager for a distraction, I came around the counter of my store to
straighten the shelves for the twentieth time that afternoon. The earlier
crowds had decimated my stock, and on any other day, I would have been
thrilled with the success. It seemed like potions were the hot ticket Christmas
present or stocking stuffer this year which was… well, it was great. And, yet,
I didn’t feel great. Staring at the cheerfully decorated and nearly barren
shelves, I found myself hoping that a mess would appear for me to fix.
Because then at least I could fix something.
It was Christmas Eve, and my shop, ‘Poppy’s Potions’, was set to close
early. I wanted a little extra time to get home to my son so we could get in
some last-minute holiday festivities before the big day tomorrow.
Finn was growing up so fast, already in his last year of middle school,
and I wanted to squeeze in as much time as I could before he got too old to
want to hang out with his mom. He was already less excited about the
holidays than he used to be (ever since learning Santa wasn’t real).
I couldn’t help but remember when he was younger how we’d have long
debates over what kind of cookies to leave out for Santa, and the plate would
end up piled high with chocolate chip, peanut butter, and sugar cookies.
Then, in the middle of the night, I’d have to chew on a raw carrot to convince
Finn that the reindeer had liked the snack he’d left out for them. One year I’d
even gone so far as to leave boot tracks in flour leading from the fireplace to
the Christmas tree, in the hopes Finn would believe Santa had tracked in
snow (never mind the fact that it didn’t snow in Los Angeles).
Lately, he was still excited about the holidays but not like he had been
when he was a little boy. Thinking on it now made me nostalgic about his
younger years. There was nothing quite like seeing your kid’s face light up
with the magic of the season.
I shook off the mood. Where Finn was concerned, I had a few more years
of holiday movie marathons ahead of us still. No need to worry about things
that hadn’t even happened yet.
I had plenty of other things to worry about.
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