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    The Secret Santa—Chapter 1

    Good Morning Ms. Scrooge!

    Pack you bags my pet! You are going on a trip. Bring enough clothes for at least two weeks. Make sure they are winter clothes as you will need them where you are headed. It’s winter and in L.A you can not experience the holidays fully until you are in the snow. Anyway, you are riding to the airport in style as you see the limo parked outside your house. Everything has already been paid for and you will find out your destination once you arrive at the ticket counter.

    Now quit making that face. It’s unbecoming. You have nothing better to do and frankly you need to get away. I have made arrangements for the limo driver to take you to the DMV to get your drivers license out of hock so to speak. After a couple of phone calls the judge agreed to reinstate your driving privileges provided that you attend a 30 day driving course at the beginning of the year. I assured him that you will.

    Now go pack. You have two hours. The driver has been instructed to wait for you. Your holiday adventure starts now and this is not Mission Impossible! You do not get a choice in accepting this or not. And this letter will not self destruct, but I’m sure you will do the honors of destructing it yourself. Until next time.

    Your Secret Santa

    ”Are you fucking kidding me?” I mumble then see a P.S. below

    P.S. No Bette..I’m not fucking kidding you.

    I shake my head and chuckle and realize whoever is writing this and setting all of this up knows me so well but who in the hell would go to such trouble and lengths for me. It’s not like I made a lot of friends since Tina left me. I sigh and shrug my shoulders and prepare to pack for the ninth circle of hell I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sent to.

    ———————

    Tina:

    I’m on my way to pick up Angie from Bridgette’s house and I need to stop by the bank to deposit my paycheck that will be eaten up by the end of the week paying bills. I’m still in shock over someone paying up my apartment lease. I wish I could find out who this Secret Santa person is so I can thank them for their unbelievable kindness. I don’t deserve such an act from an unselfish person but whoever it is I’m extremely grateful.

    Comments

    1. Pie, what a sweet, well-written start. I’ve only been around LesFan for a year or two, so I never had the privilege of reading your earlier works. I’m so glad you’ve come back and are sharing your wonderful talent with us. So looking forward to reading everything you throw at us.

    2. Dear Pie,

      The day gets better.
      As usual you can make me laugh one minute and cry the next and you did it again. Christmas Carol is my favourite Dickens story and I look forward to the next post.

      Off for a Cuppa
      SG x

    3. Hi Pie, i am looking forward to the next chapter.

      I am so happy you bring this story back.

      For me it is not a secret and i will try hard to not give any clues.

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