He Quit Before Christmas by Holly Geely – Day 24 Advent 2017, 4th Sunday of Advent

“Your contract requires two weeks’ notice. You can’t leave tonight,” Santa said.

“I can, and I will,” Donner said.

“It’s Christmas Eve. We need you here.”

“My flight is booked.”

“We don’t have an airport.”

“Yeah, I booked myself. I’m done with this job. I’m done with you.”

“How can you say that?”

“As if you don’t know! I’ve stayed through some rotten curveballs. You promoted Rudolph over me, even though I have the most seniority. Fine, I can handle that. You cut out Christmas bonuses so you could afford to install that hot tub. The others complained, but I never said a word. I literally worked my tail off for you – my butt’s never going to look the same – and you’ve never once thanked me.” Continue reading He Quit Before Christmas by Holly Geely – Day 24 Advent 2017, 4th Sunday of Advent

Serena’s Bubble Snowman by Marjorie Mallon | Day 24 | Advent Calendar 2016

Advent Calendar 2016

Day 24 | Advent Calendar

Happy Christmas Eve!

This is my post for Solveig Werner’s lovely advent calendar.

I’ll introduce you to an old friend of mine the bubble monster: Serena’s Bubble Monster  and write a new story about bubbles, especially for Christmas!

Serena’s Bubble Snowman by Marjorie Mallon

Serena tiptoed in from work, as quietly as she could, hoping not to disturb anyone. The kids were tucked up in bed.  If she woke them it would be a nightmare. Tomorrow held the promise of a very special day – Christmas Day. She sighed, how her feet ached. It had been a very long day, she’d spent the majority of it standing, serving customers all day. Her husband slept soundly in their bedroom, his snores sounding like faraway rumbles. How she envied him his ability to switch off and escape into dreamland so effortlessly. 

She poured herself a large glass of wine and walked into the bathroom.  Turning the taps on she considered whether it would be wise to tip in some bubble bath, or perhaps even her new Snowman Bar. After what had happened the last time she paused to consider whether that would be wise… Continue reading “Serena’s Bubble Snowman by Marjorie Mallon | Day 24 | Advent Calendar 2016”

Christmas Lights by Lucy Brazier | The Sundays of Advent | Day 18 | Advent Calendar 2016

Advent Calendar 2016

4th Sunday of Advent | Day 18 | Advent Calendar

Today is a special day for this Advent Calendar, instead of having two guests the calendar will be home to many contributions, by contributors who have been part of this year’s calendar or will be part of it in the coming week.

Christmas Lights by Lucy Brazier

Christmas had always been a funny time of year for Mary. As a child, she loved it, even
though the weeks of endless anticipation agonised her. The tree at her grandparents’
house seemed to her the biggest in the land and she struggled to imagine a grander meal
anywhere than her Nanna’s Christmas dinner. Her mother and uncles would dance, while
her auntie’s dog slept by the fire. Once, she had even been cast as her namesake in her
school nativity play, a source of great pride at the time. A golden time.
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Advent Calendar Day 11: The Christmas Storm by Trent McDonald

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The Christmas Storm by Trent McDonald

The wind whistled through the window radiating a bone chilling cold into the room. Caelan Campbell didn’t care and pushed the curtains aside to try to get a look down to the cove. He could make out very little through the frosted window beyond the slashes of snow, but he could see a darker area that he guessed must be open water. If Father’s ship came in, would they be able to keep the lanterns lit? Perhaps he’d see the pale sails as the schooner came in, though he doubted they’d have the sails up under the lashing wind.

With a shiver Caelan lay back down by the grate. Warm air came up from the living room, its cozy fire keeping the Nor’ Easter out of the house. Not only did the warm air flow up to his dark bedroom, but Mom’s and Maggie’s voices made their way through that hole in the floor.

“It’s just past high tide now,” Maggie said. “In a few hours he won’t be able to make it over the shoals. I doubt he’ll make it in by Christmas morning.” Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 11: The Christmas Storm by Trent McDonald”