| December 24, 2018 |
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Merry Christmas Eve! Here's the first update for today! The second one will come a little later ;) Enjoy!!!
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| December 24th |
It's the most beautiful time of the year
Lights fill the streets, spreadin' so much cheer
I should be playin' in the winter snow, but I'ma be under the mistletoe
Dear Carol Bells,
I have decided. I'll slip in earlier to drop off my letter then come back later after you have read this letter. I managed to get a trusty inside person to let me know once that's done, since I finally got to ask around for you. I'm sorry to hear you got sick but I'm glad you are doing much better and looking forward to tonight ;)
Honestly, I'm a stressed mess right now. My room is in disarray trying to figure out what to wear to be presentable. Is this how girls act too? All flustered and panicky about the perfect outfit to wear?
Do you decide to dress up, down, casual, comfortable, or a style that suits you? Do you want to appear as empowering, dominating, meek, as if you tried too hard, or not hard enough? I feel like I'm so alone.
I've seen movies and read books about guys who appeared to just throw on jeans and a white or black top but it never gets into detail about them. I cannot speak for all guys, but I for one grow grey hair just trying to figure out outfits to wear for any occasion. It's not just girls, I can tell you now.
Gah, Carol. Look what you do to me! And I can't back out. I think it's time for everything to be revealed. I am quite satisfied with how my plan turned out. And yes, I'll let you know what the plan was. Although I've left some hints throughout a few of my latter letters.
Well, Carol Bells. This is it. See you tonight.
Yours,
Saint Nick
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My family and I are going to go looking at Christmas lights in a bit. It's been years since we last did that so I'm kinda excited xD But when I come home, I'll upload the second update for today ;)
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.