Enjoy, and have a lovey Christmas :-)
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Mark wasn't sure what woke him, but the faint lights
that shone into the hallway brought him to instant wakefulness. Christmas
fucking morning and he had intruders in the house. Well, the bastards would get
a rude awakening.
Mark didn't celebrate Christmas, hadn't since the
accident had robbed him off everyone he held dear, so there was nothing to
steal from under his tree. He hadn't put one up in years. What was the point of
it all?
Grabbing the baseball bat he kept by his bed he
crept down the hallway and yanked the door open, ready to do some damage, but
he froze instead.
It couldn't be. Christmas fairies didn't exist.
There was no fucking magic, yet here, right in front of his eyes, a naked,
beautiful woman danced around a tree in his living room—a tree that shouldn't
be there.
She placed a glowing star on top, and then danced
toward him, her laughter like Christmas music in his ear. Feather light caresses touched his skin and
melted away the frozen layers surrounding his heart.
She disappeared with a whisper of a kiss and a
promise in the air.
"Time to live again, Mark. Merry
Christmas."
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