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    Only at Christmas…

     

     

    Bette awkwardly shifted Angelica’s weight to her other hip and got a better grip on her shopping bags – scratch that, these were Tina’s shopping bags – with her free hand.

    “Are you sure you’re too tired to walk, boo?” Bette huffed, addressing Angelica. Her little girl was growing up fast, and was not nearly as easy to carry as she had been even six months ago. Bette’s arm was beginning to tremble with fatigue, first from carrying an armload of Christmas gifts, and now from carrying her daughter. This couldn’t go on. Bette leaned down as if to set Angie on her feet, but Angie pulled her knees up protectively with a little squeal, like there was hot lava on the floor of the shopping centre, instead of slightly dirty tile.

    “No,” Angie cried plaintively. “Carry me, mama.” Angie looked at her with sad, pleading eyes and Bette groaned. Her one weakness was her inability to deny Angelica anything. She hefted the child back upwards and vowed to stop babying her daughter. One day… Perhaps. When Angie was 40.

    Angie giggled as if in victory and looked around the festively decorated mall eagerly as Bette trudged forward. Her arms protested but Bette ignored her tired limbs and carried on. Surely it wouldn’t be much farther. A trickle of sweat began to creep down her back, between her shoulder blades. Bette set her jaw.

    Tina was a few paces ahead of them, carrying bags in both hands. She glanced over her shoulder at them. “You guys alright?”

    Bette nodded, and trying not to sound too winded, she asked, “How much farther, T?”

    “Hm? Oh, it’s just up there.” Tina slowed her pace to allow Bette to catch up. “You guys can find a bench and wait for me, if you like. I’m just going to run in and look for that scarf for Kit.”

    Run in? Tina had lured Bette, who loathed Christmas shopping, into this mall with the promise that she was going to “run in” and get a present for Alice. It was only supposed to take a few minutes. Then they had gotten something for Shane. Then a whole pile of baby things for Max. Then Bette had carted Angie to the so called “food court,” which hardly offered anything edible, and which definitely had nothing organic, so that Tina could pick up some toys and books for Angelica. Now they were going to “run in” and get Kit’s gift… if by “running,” Tina meant ambling through an overheated mall to an overpriced store while Bette hauled a child who was getting heavier by the instant.

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    1. Awww, that was great, omalley! Though maybe I’m a bit of a Scrooge, because that Santa sounded like it was coached by a certain Ms. Kennard ;) I’m glad you’ll be posting a few of these, I love your stories!

    2. Tis the season…and Omallye is giving!!!! I love your holiday stories…especially curmudgeon Bette and teasing Tina! You bring us fun in this crazy holiday season. Touche!

    3. BTW: I love this: “She’s just a kid, Bette. Someday you can deliver your treatise on why Santa Claus is nothing but a myth and a symbol of male privilege to her, but for now, let her enjoy being a kid on Christmas.” Tina said in a low voice so that Angie couldn’t hear. Oh…so well captured!!!

    4. As every holiday approaches, I think ahead to all special treasures it will unfold. . Over the past few years, that has included my hopes for a holiday story from you. So, yippee!!! Eggnog, tinsel, snow, ribbons and bows, holly, mulled cider, frasier fir trees, ornaments, AND A CHRISTMAS STORY FROM OMALLEY. Omalley Claus, please keep those little fan fic elves in your brain busy writing lots of chapters. Tell them they get a 2 week vacation in January.

    5. So cute. I love how Tina makes Bette weak. I love all of your stories Omalley and can’t wait for the next chapter on all of them :). Yeah, one story per day is VERY ambitious. Merry Christmas.

    6. That was a sweet and lovely story. Angie is always just too cute. wonder how Tina got down to Santa to tell him what Bette was wanting to get Angie? Share more please. Thanks for posting.

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