My Merry Little Christmas

My Merry Little Christmas

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Every year since I remember, we spent Christmas in our cabin. Tucked away in the middle of nowhere. With snow outside and the log-fire burning bright. Everything felt like a film set. It was the perfect Christmas setting. But this year everything changed when mum invited their childhood friends to join us. Thing is I haven't seen them in years. Mum and dad are always meeting up with them. Going here and there for the weekend but I never could go because the flights would clash with school and when I got to an age where I could choose, I'd always choose to stay at home. So how I see it, this is going to be one extremely awkward Christmas. Especially when their son is my age.
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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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