Christmas Spirit

Christmas Spirit

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A festive short story. Working in the Christmas department of a home and furniture shop, drowning in tinsel and baubles and jingly Santa hats is enough to drain even the most festive of people of their comfort and joy. But when you're single and have nobody to share the season with, Christmas spirit is difficult to hold onto. But maybe, just maybe, a bit of Christmas spirit is waiting around the corner, ready to sprinkle a bit of merriment and cheer on the most un-festive of people.
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Once upon a time, I was your typical good girl, doing my job like a total elf star, no complaints. Even with the little "gift" I was born with (aka my disability), I handled life pretty well. But let me tell you, luck's never been my plus-one. What am I talking about? Oh, just my lovely name-and the Christmas curse that comes with it! Every year, without fail, while my family's out decking the halls, I'm over here getting snowed under with the worst disasters. So, yeah, all I want for Christmas is for this nightmare of a season to be over. But this year? Oh, I've really hit the Christmas tree topper. Ever since I plopped myself down on Santa's lap at my office party and made a special wish, it's been one yule disaster after another! And now, I'm stuck in this sleigh ride from hell with that red-suited nightmare, forced to follow him wherever he jingles. Sure, he might be a total angel under that fake beard-mysterious and all-but I'm not about to let myself get wrapped up like some Christmas present under the tree. My brain's still in one piece, thanks. So, seriously, sweet baby Jesus, how did a nice executive assistant like me end up sleighing through this wild holiday misadventure full of danger, romance, and all the holly jolly chaos of Christmas?!

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