Christmas stories in January? I’m always late reading the ones I pick in December, oh well.
Festive in Death by J.D. Robb
I love Eve Dallas and Delia Peabody.
“Just shut your mouth, you ignorant twat.”
“Aw, Dallas, he called me a twat. How come you get to be a bitch, but I only get to be a twat.”
“It’s the rank,” Eve told her. “You’ll make bitch one day.”
“Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
“Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?”
“Wow, that’s some ugly ass he’s got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear it.”
“We can’t leave that ugly ass hanging out on Ninth Avenue.” Resigned, Eve started to pull over, then spotted two hustling beat cops. Pitying them, she kept going.
“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Peabody said, reverently.”
My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories
“Noel was her very best friend – even if she wasn’t his. Noel was her person.”
― Rainbow Rowell, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories
“Christmas Eve is my favorite… I think the anticipation is more fun than anything else. I kind of lost that. The idea that something – food, traditions, an arbitrary date on the calendar – can be special because we decide it should be. We make it special. Not just for ourselves, but for others.”
― Kiersten White, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories
“He says presents aren’t important, but I think they are – not because of how much they cost, but for the opportunity they provide to say I understand you.”
― David Levithan, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories
Kathleen Rear 