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Entry #1: Santa’s New Line by Jaime Samms

Paul aimed a savage kick at the glittering drift of white across his path. Clammy wind picked up the disturbed flakes and smattered them into his face. The rest settled into the stillness of the deserted Boxing Day evening.
“Not even a real good snow,” he muttered as he rounded the corner and walked smack into a mouthful of down-filled nylon.
“Sorry!” Strong fingers gripped Paul’s arm. Their owner craned to look past him down the empty street, then slumped. He apologized a few more times, brushed non-existent dirt from Paul’s coat. “Sorry.” His hand settled on Paul’s chest and his eyes widened.
Paul’s heart thumped. The man’s delicate, gorgeous face brightened inside the frame of blonde hair flowing from under a scarlet toque. His puffy jacket didn’t disguise his height or willow-slender frame. Just Paul’s type, and Paul didn’t have words for the radiant colour of his eyes; like a warm hearth.
“You—” Paul swallowed. “You’re from away.”
The man smiled, dropped his hand from Paul’s heart and Paul’s breath caught. “A little further north.” A grin stretched across delicate features, revealing small, straight teeth and perfect dimples. Paul’s heart stuttered.
“N-North? There’s something north of here?”
The grin disappeared. “Um, well.” The man shrank in on himself. “There’s–. Right. I’m from away.”
Paul’s heart just about stopped at the sight of the pink infusing his cheeks, and smouldering intensity replacing the glow in his gaze. It took Paul a second to realize he was still talking.
“Sorry. I’m a little lost. I heard bells,” he pointed past Paul, “and I thought…” Paul saw a question in the golden glow and wanted, very much, to be the answer.
“Thought?” Paul prompted, searching for his equilibrium.
“Never mind.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, walked back the way he’d come.
“Wait!” Paul hurried after him. “Wait. Your name?”
The man shivered and lifted the shoulders of his jacket, inadequate for keeping the freezing wind off his delectable long neck. Paul shook himself and focused on the hair that hid the man’s face.
“Kriss.”
“As in Kriss Kringle?”
“Kriss Danforth, actually.”
He set off again. His long legs carried him quickly, making Paul jog to catch up. They reached the next corner, Kriss stopped, glanced around, then set off toward the lonely high school and hockey arena.
“Where are you going?”
Kriss slowed, stopped. “I—.”
“Where are you staying?”
Wind blasted against their backs, blew Kriss off balance. He shivered, and tried to dig deeper into his coat. His cheeks reddened as he offered Paul a worn scrap of paper.
“Doesn’t say where I should go.” Paul looked at the yellowed note in Kriss’ hand. Green sharpie words scrawled across it. The bottom dropped out of Paul’s stomach.
“Where did you get that?”
“I’ve had it forever. Been trying for years to find the boy who wrote it.”
Paul took the paper. “He isn’t a boy anymore.” He didn’t have to read the words. He’d written them, years ago, one Christmas Eve long after he’d stopped believing in Santa.
“I know that. I’m not an idiot.” Kriss moved closer, surrounded Paul with comforting heat. Damp wind cut around them, picked up a few dry leaves and scurried them away down the sidewalk. “You know him.”
“I did once.” Paul gazed at the paper.
“You still do,” Kriss’ voice touched him, soft, gentle. “You still want what he wanted.”
Paul nodded. “Someone who understands.”
“Well?” A smile infused Kriss’s voice, speeding Paul’s already pounding heart.
“I kinda meant, you know, for my father to understand. Or my brother.”
“And do they?”
“I suppose.”
“So that isn’t really what you asked for.”
“Maybe not.” Paul found more than just understanding shining from Kriss, and the ‘more’ heated him from the inside out. “This isn’t quite the kind of thing anyone expects Santa to bring him for Christmas.”
“Let’s just say he’s branched out a bit. Walmart is pretty stiff competition, you know.” Warm fingers cupped Paul’s cheek. “No refund policy, though.”
Paul stepped into the tenderness Kriss offered. “Doesn’t need one.”
Around them, big flakes of snow drifted down. Paul was too busy being kissed to notice.

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13 Responses to “Entry #1: Santa’s New Line by Jaime Samms”


  1. 4 logophilos
    December 7, 2008 at 11:27 pm

    very cute. Even the red and glowing eyes 🙂

  2. December 7, 2008 at 11:39 pm

    Thanks, Nix

    Ha.Ha.Ha, Logophilos! but thanks for commenting, lady.

  3. December 7, 2008 at 11:46 pm

    Very, very, very nice. And that “Paul” character…very sexy. =-)

  4. December 8, 2008 at 12:11 am

    Thought you might like that, m’dear! Thanks for popping by!

  5. December 8, 2008 at 5:24 am

    Gorgeous! Just the right mix of fun and romance and angst and hope and snowy Christmas cheer to brighten up my Monday morning!

    Thanks for sharing
    Clare 🙂

  6. December 8, 2008 at 10:41 am

    So glad you liked it, Clare! If I’m honest, I have to admit, it was a fun little story to write.

  7. December 17, 2008 at 5:25 am

    This was fun and very different, glad you offered it to us and hope you have a great holiday.

    Lainey

  8. 11 Nina
    December 20, 2008 at 12:05 pm

    I liked it! Especially the part where Paul follows Kriss twice; doing that, he feels to me like curious child.

  9. December 20, 2008 at 5:37 pm

    Thanks, Lainey. it was fun to write. Have a great holiday yourself.

    Nina, I think Paul still; has a bit of that kid who wrote the note in him. Maybe that’s why Kriss managed to find him at last.

    Jaime


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