This woman, Ariadne Morton, is relentless. What happens next is a dance that I watch every year-one that warms me even as it vexes me.
She’s so small, it’s a wonder she doesn’t topple over, but she manages it, setting it gingerly on her dormant grass and opening the top. Scurrying back inside, she closes the door for no more than a minute, then she reappears with a large box in her arms. In the three years I’ve lived here, she’s never failed to impress me. The wreath is round and perfect, the holly leaves just so, the red berries decorating it at the perfect angles, and two cardinals perching along the top. “I bet she made that herself.” I scratch under Charlie’s chin. Glancing my way, she pauses for only a moment before reaching back inside the house and hauling out an enormous Christmas wreath. It’s frigid outside, but she’s coming out here to work. She’s wearing a dark sweater, gloves on her hands, a red pompom knit hat, and jeans.
“Here she goes.” I can’t stop my smile when I see her front door pop open and the porch light go on. Then the clock ticks over to 12:00 am, December 1.Ī light flicks on in the cottage across the street, its neat shrubs all in a row like pawns on a chessboard, ready for war. The clock ticks, the wind blows, and the sliver of moon sits high overhead. “How you doing, old boy?” I scratch the top of his head and take another sip of coffee. He doesn’t seem perturbed even though I’m not in bed where I’m supposed to be. That’s what she’ll think, anyway.Ĭharlie jumps onto my lap and curls up, his fluffy orange tail serving as a pillow for his chin. By all appearances, I’m sound asleep, perhaps knocked out from too many Thanksgiving leftovers and a hit of eggnog. My wooden blinds are slatted just enough for me to look out but not be seen, and my house is dark. The clock ticks to my right as I sit in my worn but comfortable side chair and stare across the street. It’s freshly brewed and just short of scalding. This Christmas, I intend to go all out for her. She’s poised over there, ready to spring into action with her curvy body and Christmas spirit. This Christmas, he’s going down.Īriadne waits for the clock to tick over to December 1. Who does he think he is? Just because he’s handsome and makes my parts tingly doesn’t mean I’ll let him beat me. Perfectly coordinated each year, my holiday display can’t be beat. My house may be small, but its Christmas lights are the best on the street. A fierce mountain man meets his match in this snowy love story.ĪND a special holiday short starring Nick and Sophia from His Virgin Queen entitled His Missing Queen. He’s more than ready to fill her up with Christmas cheer. Will their second chance lead to happily ever after?Ī big bear of a Santa and the handy woman he loves. She wants to beat him in the holiday lights competition he just wants her.Ĭhristmas in Reindeer Valley has never been hotter.
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