First Christmas.
Kind of a big deal. Even when things are going really well, and
they had been going really well ever since Scotland--but Scotland had only been
about seven weeks ago—the holidays could test a relationship. The weight of holiday
expectation could be heavier than six feet of snow on a flat roof. All those glittery
commercials. All those Hallmark holiday specials.
John and I spent whatever time we could together, but he was
busy, I was busy, and he lived—this time of year—four to six hours away in San
Diego.
I couldn’t help worrying, maybe inevitably, that maybe what we
had was the lingering aftereffects of a holiday romance. We’d both had such lousy
luck with relationships.
“So…Christmas?” I’d broached the idea cautiously on the
phone one night. He’d been back East for Thanksgiving, so the topic of spending
holidays together hadn’t really risen until then. “Do you celebrate?”
“Well… I’m usually working,” he’d admitted.
“Ah.”
He said cautiously, “I could try and get the day off. If you
want to do something?”
Do something?
Wasn’t Christmas what one did on…Christmas?
One way Trevor and I had been alike was in our love for the
holidays. We both whole-heartedly embraced, well, all of it. Trevor always
decked the halls—from candy cane candles in the bathrooms to the tiny fake
vintage Christmas tree in the bedroom (all of which—to the last thread of tinsel--he’d
taken with him—like the Grinch robbing Cindy Lou Hoo on Christmas Night). I did
the front and back garden in white lights so the 3-piece family of LED reindeer
had a proper place to live during December. Trevor ran our credit cards up and I tried
every holiday recipe that caught my eye.
Our house had always been a happy home during the holidays.
It was the other eleven months things weren’t so perfect.
But the whole point of spending the holidays with John was
to be with John. And be open to perhaps starting new traditions.
“I’d like to spend the day with you, yeah.”
Reassuringly, John had responded, “I like spending all the time
I can with you.”
“Come here and I’ll cook,” I said.
“You don’t have to go to a lot of trouble. I mean…” He didn’t
finish what he meant, so again, I wasn’t sure.
“I like to,” I said. “I like to cook and I especially like
to cook for the holidays.”
“Okay, you're a holiday person. Well then, let’s do it.” His enthusiasm sounded a little
forced, but he was coming for Christmas. That was all that mattered.
In the end, John couldn’t get Christmas off. He’d waited too
late to ask, and everyone else in the company had already put in their
requests, but he managed it so we would be together on New Year’s.
I bought a smallish tree—a live tree I could plant in the
bare area of the front yard—and my mom sent over a large box of old ornaments she
insisted were no longer needed; she and my dad had decided to opt for an
artificial tree that year since they were spending the holiday once again with
my sister in Colorado. I bought an armload of white holiday lanterns in different shapes and sizes at
Lowes, grilled a Cornish game hen, and had dinner in the backyard in the glow
of soft light, with the illuminated reindeer for company.
I had other options, of course, but I was in reflective mood, a quiet mood, and it was actually a great little dinner. The food was delicious, if I do say so myself.
I made orzo risotto with root vegetables and mushroom and chestnut stuffing
which I served with a chilled bottle of Riesling. It wasn’t that
cold out, and the stars were sharp and bright. The lights from my neighbors’
windows cast a pleasant gold sheen over the roses and succulents surrounding
the patio. I was happy. I was content. And best of all, I knew it. I was in the moment. How often does that happen?
Sure, it would have been perfect if John had been there, but
the truth was I was happier getting to spend even a little time with John than
I’d been spending every day with Trevor.
Joy. To. The. World.
For real.
When the side gate chimed shut and I saw John walking toward
me through the haze of snow globe-lantern light I thought I was dreaming.
“I did try to call ahead,” he said. “You didn’t pick up.”
I stopped gaping. “I think I left my phone on the counter.”
“I took a chance there’d be leftovers.” He reached the
table and bent down to kiss me. His lips were warm and he tasted like those dis-solvable
Listerine breath strips, so I knew I was not dreaming.
“There’s a ton of food. What are you doing here?”
“I get an hour for dinner, which I think I can safely
stretch to two.”
"I didn't know you were working in the vicinity today."
"I didn't want to tell you in case I couldn't get away. I didn't want to disappoint you again." He met my eyes, his smile rueful.
I almost said, Don't worry, the bar is low, but caught myself. This wasn't about Trevor and the past. This was about John and the possibilities of the future. I smiled back and my own smile was probably rueful too. "You haven't yet. Not at all."
His eyes warmed. Then he gazed around the garden in what looked like genuine awe. “This is beautiful.”
"I didn't know you were working in the vicinity today."
"I didn't want to tell you in case I couldn't get away. I didn't want to disappoint you again." He met my eyes, his smile rueful.
I almost said, Don't worry, the bar is low, but caught myself. This wasn't about Trevor and the past. This was about John and the possibilities of the future. I smiled back and my own smile was probably rueful too. "You haven't yet. Not at all."
His eyes warmed. Then he gazed around the garden in what looked like genuine awe. “This is beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Kind of magical, in fact.”
I beamed. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
He tore his gaze from the reindeer and smiled. “Me too.”
I rose. “I’ll get you a plate. And a wine glass.”
“No wine glass. I’m on surveillance. Or will be again in two
hours.” He made a face. “Hey, I want to say something.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry I forgot to ask for Christmas off. I’m not used
to planning where I’m going to spend the holidays.”
“That’s okay.”
“Also, I left your present at home. I’m out of the habit of…being
a boyfriend.”
I laughed. “Again, that’s okay.”
His smile was more confident. “But I’m a quick learner. And
I’ve already asked for next Christmas off.”
We were planning next Christmas—and I was probably shining
like the bright heart of one of those little lanterns. It was true about finding happiness in your own backyard--even if I'd had to travel to Scotland first.
Yay, was hoping to get one with these two! Love it. :)
ReplyDeleteAh! I'm in my happy place right now!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
So perfect for them! A reference to "we'll do x, y, z NEXT year" is always happy!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this one! I admire your ability to so deftly evoke so many emotions in these short codas. Thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteAwww... this was surprisingly heartwarming!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely coda to wake up to! Thank you so much for making me smile and putting me in that giddy and sweet Christmas mood.
ReplyDeleteI liked this book a lot. I identified with Carter and all that "ex-boyfriend travel situation". I loved this coda! Thank you <3
ReplyDeleteThank you! I am sure there is a goofy smile on my face now...
ReplyDeleteThat was wonderful. I am starting out my day with a smile.
ReplyDeleteLoved it. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, Josh. Thank you as always for these holiday treats.
ReplyDeleteI’m in love. <3
ReplyDeleteSo lovely. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteAhh so cute <3
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad they're doing well and making plans.
ReplyDeleteSweet!! In every way ^_^ ♥♥
ReplyDeleteLoved it! When I saw who it was about my heart did a little lift - I really like those two.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Josh. I love that was content with his own quiet celebration. John managing to join him for even a short while was perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Josh! I've just been revisiting them these days in Audible. It's so nice to see them having Christmas and NY together.
ReplyDeleteSavanna
Perfect--thank you.
ReplyDeleteYaay. Thank you for the coda for this couple. Much appreciated.
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