| December 4, 2018 |
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| December 4th |
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Dear Carol Bells,
My family has been playing Christmas music nonstop since the day after Thanksgiving. I'm not complaining though. It's because of this unspoken tradition (that everyone seems to follow) that I decided to live at home despite having the option to dorm at the campus.
I can just picture you in a slight scowl as the music blasts from the speakers. I've seen that look several times on your face over the past few years during this month at the cafe when you thought no one was watching.
And I have to admit- even though I feel a little offended at how annoyed you get at something so festive (with reason I'm sure), I find the look absolutely adorable on you. The way your lower lip juts out a bit in a pout and the way your eyes roll briefly once someone joins along. It's a little mesmerizing if I'm being honest.
Call me a creep or a weirdo, I won't deny it. I know it and so does everyone around me. I'd worry for you if you didn't think me one at some point. Now I'm rambling through a letter. Could you imagine how this would be in real life? I'd be a hot mess. Or I'd simply be a puddle of mortification on the ground near your feet.
Here's an early Merry Christmas, Jingle Bells (Very ironic if that was your name, right?).
Yours,
Saint Nick
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Isn't Saint Nick just a little awkward dork/weirdo? xD
YOU ARE READING
Dear Carol Bells
Short StoryThis is a short story where one man, who is madly in like with a quiet girl who seems to hate Christmas, writes her twenty-five letters during the month of December to make her realize the holiday maybe isn't as bad as her past made it seem.
