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A Christmas Waltz – Chapter 2 of 2
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A Christmas Waltz – chapter two of two Previously Tina went into the living room, took the boxes of ornaments off the floor and checked to see that all the fir had been swept up. She sat down heavily on the couch. She felt guilty and angry – guilty because she had insisted on the allergy-causing fir and angry because Bette was acting so childishly. “Are you coming to bed?” Bette asked, none too sweetly, as she came into the living room. When Tina didn’t answer, Bette stomped out of the room. Bette turned off all the lights and got into bed. When Tina came in to the pitch black room she hurt herself when she ran into some furniture. “Well, *****!” she said, turning on the lights and noisily retrieving her nightclothes from a dresser. Tina slept in the guest room that night. The next morning when Bette got up, the house was empty. Bette would have gone looking for her wife, but she still had red marks on her body and her face was puffy. Finally, Tina showed up with a new Christmas tree…pine…with cones. “Had anything to eat?” she asked Bette. “No. Thank you for asking,” Bette said stiffly. Tina rolled her eyes and sighed. “How about some pasta and salad?” “OK. Thanks for offering,” Bette responded, over-politely. When they finished eating, Tina said, “I’m sorry about the fir tree.” “You looked at me like I was some sort of specimen.” “What?” “Like you weren’t attracted to me at all.” Tina frowned, still uncomprehending. “In the bathroom when I undressed and you saw all the hives.” Tina swallowed a chuckle. “Bette, at that moment, did you want to make love?” “Well………..no.” “Bette, you’re my love and my life. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen-dressed or undressed. You absolutely take my breath away.” Bette looked up at Tina shyly. “But, baby, at that time you needed medical attention, not *****.” “I guess.” Tina bit her lip to keep from laughing. “Bette, do you want to make love now?” You must be logged in to post a comment.
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U R doing such a wonderful job with your story, I like that U do it in segments (the wedding, christmas etc) I love it
this is so beautiful, loved the antlers and fruitcake tradition…wonderful story…thank you
More! I demand it!… heh,you know what pancha, when I got opened this site today and saw all the lovely posts from all these different writers, out of them I had to chose yours to read first! I thought, Pancha’s first! Hell yeah…
So sweet! The fruitcake thing made me laugh so hard. Great, great story.
Pancha, if I could give you a fruitcake right now to make you write as often as you can, I most certainly would. Hey, I have an antlers headpiece, eh? Happy holidays, missy! Cheers!
Very enjoyable. Thanks for sharing.
love this and the fruit cake is the best… its a running joke in every family… we got one in the mail the other day and we said who should we send this to next year… thnaks for the early christmas present…MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOURS
Awesome story, pancha! I’m glad that everything worked out for our girls. It’s nice that they started some traditions that year. Love the framily!!!
So, it was the song that prompted the story’s title, eh? My mom has a really old record from back when you could buy like a can of coffee and get a free LP and it has that song recorded by Robert Goulet and (I think) Carol Lawrence. I just never knew what the actual title was. Anyway that definitely took me back a few years to Christmas as a kid. And Alice with the antlers…ROFL. There’s always one in a group of friends to wear something crazy like that. Thank god Bette didn’t lose any fingers while carving. lol Happy holidays to you!
Excellent!!!
Great story pancha have a wonderful holiday hope to hear from you again in the new year!!!!
I went to Aberdeen yesterday. When I walked along the sea shore, I remembered your story. I began to find pink shells and joint shells. I took a lot of joint shells home. They are just normal shells, but when I regard each pair as TiBette’s love, I found they’re so beautiful. Each has different colours and patterns. Each are so special, telling me its story. I can’t find a perfect pink shell. The only one I found has a small hole in it. But since nobody’s perfect, I love my Tee shell. Thanks for your writings again. It made my rainy day beautiful. =)
I enjoyed this story so much. Happy Holidays.
Lets go to Collins STreet Bakery and see how far the Fruitcake would go. Love this. Allergy Keeps us from have a real tree. So Know where Bette was coming from. I still like to lay under the tree and watch the lights. Thanks so much for posting and a very Merry Christmas to you and yours. thanks
Happy Holidays!!
aww, what a cute story :) keep writing. I’ll be reading.
can we have more of this pls…? hehe~
I’m glad they arguements weren’t too bad and it all worked out for them. Merry Christmas!
What a beautiful and wonderful story. B & T’s excitment in opening their gifts early Christmas morning was so sweet. Then the gang’s antics…antlers, threats (LOL), and fruitcake — that’s how traditions start. LOL. Hey, they have to start somewhere. ;-) Thanks for the lovely update…it’s always exciting to read your stories. Happy holidays.
Awww so sweet, cute, funny, great, loving and a lot of other things….I really hope you will write some more. Merry Christmas to you :o)
Great, I loved it
What a wonderful Xmas story. I love the background. It made their journey so much more meaningful. Thanks for the warm xmas
Wonderful and excellent chapter. They all have fun and good time together, Alice is so crazy and funny too. I laugh so hard about the fruitcake just to damn funny. Wish you have a wonderful Christmas and see you next post. Thanks!
AWESOME! Thanks for coming back with this. Have a Great Holiday.
really lovely
Christmas muzak is everywhere and each time, every year, that I hear The Christmas Waltz I insert “in Kit Porter time.”. It’s automatic but then I immediately smile and remember this story. Thanks, Pancha305, for all of the smiles. RIP