Santa’s Cookies

It feels like I’ve said this before, but…here’s another very late Christmas Gift for Alyx’s yearly Christmas Exchange. Hope it makes you smile.

Also, special thanks and kudos to Mishi for, as always, beta-reading my work and making sure I don’t slaughter your language (too much).


“That’s enough cookies, you two. They’re Santa’s cookies. And besides, with all that sugar, you’ll never be able to sleep.”

Ryan and Syd looked at each other and burst into laughter. Both were halfway through their fifth or sixth Christmas cookie, a bowl with the rest of them sitting on the couch between the two. Brigitte Watcher stared down at them from the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and with a raised brow.

“Honestly, love, I hope you have had a fair share of cookies yourself, because I’m not planning to let you sleep anytime soon. Not before I’ve had some fun with you,” Sydney shot back at her girlfriend, wriggling her brows with such a naughty twinkle in her light blue eyes that her friend Ryan grimaced and hit her with a pillow.

“EW! Get a room!”

“This is our house, just for your info!”

“Enough, Syd, you’re making Ryan uncomfortable.” Brigitte scolded, stepping closer to get the bowl of cookies and pull it out of the reach of the two brats.

Sydney rolled her eyes but smiled at Ryan when Brigitte disappeared back into the kitchen door.

“Don’t worry, the guest-room is far enough from the master bedroom that you won’t risk hearing anything you don’t want to.”

“Gee, thanks. That’s quite a relief. Now I just need to get this whole conversation out of my head.”

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Goodbye 2019, welcome 2020!

I thought 2019 had sucked. When the last of the year came around, I was more than ready to say “go to hell, 2019!”.

I didn’t have great hopes for 2020, but, for me, the idea of leaving this past year behind was enough. 2019 was the year a person very dear to me, that I really care about, was diagnosed with a terminal disease. It was the year some family issues got worse and almost broke my family apart; the year most of my team at work was fired or left and I had to say goodbye. It was also the year my company almost “sold” me to a sister company for a higher, crazier and stressful role, while I was handling an important and incredibly complex client. It was the year that most pushed me close to wanting to scream at people and quit my job and realize that I am not and never will be “good enough”.

When December 31st rolled about, I was thinking of all this stuff and being eager to leave it behind. I felt like 2019 had left me nothing but pain, trouble and a lack of energies for all I love and care about.

While I was in the arms of the person above, I realized I was wrong.

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Brat in Business

Written by Ellie Rogue ~ Edited by Mishi Dreamer

A late Christmas gift for Alyx Christmas Exchange 2018.

We hope you enjoy our little present, even though it came at the very edge of 2018. Actually, this is a very good time to wish you a happy new year! May it be filled with nice moments, trouble (the fun kind), joyous occasions, trouble, love and happiness, trouble, and of course naughtiness and swats!


 

Ryan dropped on the couch fully coated, one hand holding her phone and the other rubbing her tired eyes.

“Oh, Syd. Had one heck of a day. So glad I can finally stay home and relax.”

“Geez, so bad?”

“My manager wants me to come up with a brilliant idea for the tender by tomorrow. Brief from the client was emailed to me tonight. I worked three extra hours, I’m drained, and have no idea where to start.”

“Shit, that sucks. At least tomorrow’s Friday?”

“Yeah, that’s the only nice part. If I survive, then it’ll be the weekend.”

Ryan heard Sydney hum in sympathy as she sat up straighter and reached out to the box of food she’d grabbed on her way home: kebab and fries. Not the healthiest dinner for sure, but at least it was something. Ryan hadn’t been grocery shopping in a while now. Her frozen stocks were gone, and her fridge was definitely feeling lonely.

“What if I gave you something to look forward to other than survival, for tomorrow?”

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It takes three

(A – late – story for Alyx’s Christmas Exchange) – Edited by Mishi Dreamer
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“How long…?”

Allison James, I swear if you ask one more time I’m going to park right here and drop you off!”

Silence. The corner of Ally’s lips slowly bent down.

“And don’t pout.”

“I’m not pouting!” She was. She was and she couldn’t help it. They had been in the car for about two hours now, but it was going to take a good while more. Allison was mentally prepared, it didn’t come as a surprise, and on a “normal” day she would’ve just enjoyed the road trip, busying herself with picking the right soundtrack, staring out of the window or chatting with her wife about this and that, sharing thoughts and gossip on what they had missed of each other and their friends during the busy week. However, it had been a few terribly stressing months at work and, now that it was finally over with and they were seemingly free to enjoy a few days off for the Christmas holidays, Allison was experiencing a strange…surge of contrasting emotions. Even Karen had noticed. Ally was restless, and her mind kept racing out of control, just like her mouth: she often found herself pushing her wife for a reaction that, unfortunately, didn’t seem to come. It made Ally even more frustrated, no matter how hard she tried to shrug it off.

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Dear Santa…before I explain, how much do you know already?

That (the title of this post) was how I was going to start my blog entry to wish all of you people around the world a heartfelt Merry Christmas…however, as you might have figured out by now, I am late.

Now now…that shouldn’t come as a surprise, I realize, for I’m always late (or so I’ve been told); still, I wanted to wish you all the best holidays, filled with laughs and love and cuddles and happiness. I wish for you to be able to wrap up the end of this last year with a nice, satisfied smile (or at least a patient, slightly resigned one if it was the sort of year that tested your survival) and to be ready to welcome the new one with hope twinkling in your eyes.

I for one will try to embrace the fresh start with a more hopeful, more positive attitude; I’ll keep fighting hard for what I want, growing and challenging myself daily; I’ll try to complain less and laugh more often; to be a good friend and maybe, just maybe, I’ll try to be kinder to myself sometimes.

I’m not going to promise I will try to be a good girl, for that’s something I have absolutely no intention to commit to. Besides, why would I, when I already am a good girl!?

So, once again, I wish you all a beautiful, happy ending and I wish you an even better beginning. You deserve it, no matter how good or bad you were this year. Everyone deserves a second chance, don’t we?

With this (and with the promise I’m working on stories in hope they DO make it out of my drawer, possibly soon enough to be apart of Alyx’s Christmas Gift Exchange) I’m saying bye for now.

Ps. please, notice that my name is not appearing on the nice list because it’s already noted under Santa’s arm for 2018. But, hey, the good thing is, I have a whole year to…steal that list and swap the Nice-Naughty labels!