A Snow Globe Christmas, Tome 7 : Bite Me, Santa
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- Brittany Cournoyer (Écrivain)
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As I made my way down the street toward my office, I groaned at all the silver bells and stars that glinted in the sunlight and flipped to yet another station when a song wishing my day be merry and bright came through the speakers. My day was mediocre and dull at best, until I was forced to see what looked like an ad for Christmas had exploded on Havens street and made its way down Danbury Drive. Why must the town go nuts every year and force the people to be subjected to such torture? Not everyone liked Christmas—especially me. To quote the old curmudgeon Scrooge…bah fucking humbug! Or some variation like that.
Driving through the gates at work, where I was employed at a call center, wasn’t even better. The too cheerful security guard who donned a bright red Santa hat always offered me a candy cane every day for a week leading up to Christmas. Even though I denied the offending piece of peppermint candy—I hated peppermint—he still asked me every single day. I had to hand it to the guy, his persistence was admirable, but he needed to give it up. And the best part of all? I’d been working at the company for three years, and each year it’d been the same way.
The man was in his mid-fifties with graying hair and laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. Considering he always had a smile on his face, I knew they were lines from laughter. And every time I turned down his candy cane, the smile never faltered.
“Candy cane, Mr. Lassiter?” Jed, the guard asked as he held out the red and white striped piece of garbage.
“Nope,” I said as I withheld a sigh. When would he give it up already? “But thanks for asking.”
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A Snow Globe Christmas, Tome 7 : Bite Me, Santa
- USA : 2019-12-02 (English)
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Résumé
The most wonderful time of year?
Maybe for others—but definitely not for me. Peppermint is disgusting, and don’t even get me started on how creepy I think nutcrackers are.
While others have visions of sugar plums doing some weird dancing in their heads, Christmas only pulls up memories I’d rather soon forget. But how can I do that when Christmas is being thrown at me from every direction? Especially now that I’m giving my Christmas loving co-worker Troy rides to and from work when he has car trouble.
When the gifts start to appear on my desk, the tiny burdens make it hard to forget about the date that is rapidly approaching on the calendar. And the more time I spend with Troy, the more I begin to realize that despite the bad memories, Christmas isn’t really so terrible, especially when it’s spent with someone I can’t seem to walk away from.
Will I finally be saying ho ho ho instead of telling Santa to bite me? Or will I forever remain the man who hates Christmas?
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