THIS IS OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS

This is our first Christmas

As husband and wife

The very first Christmas

Of our married life

This is our first Christmas

Together in our house

The very first Christmas

With my very own spouse

MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU

 

My Christmas gift to you

Is not wrapped up in coloured paper,

Tied with ribbon and bows

And hidden beneath the tree

It’s visible for all to see

It is written on my face

Like ink on parchment

It spills out from my heart

Like boiling milk from a pan

It emanates from my every pore

And surrounds us all

My Christmas gift to you

Is my never-ending love

 

PS – there are gifts under the tree as well

Uncanny Christmas Tales – (021) Christmas Lunch

 

Terri Goode went to the University of Downshire in Abbottsford where she studied Drama and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.

She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls, and all four of them were studying the Performing Arts in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.

Terri was five foot eight with long cascading straw coloured hair,

mesmerizing blue eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts, and a pert derriere, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.

Out of all the girls Terri was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.

Ryan Chapman was four years older than her and had already been through University and he was literally the boy next door for Terri and she had loved him since she was 12 years old, but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.

However, beneath the comfort of her duvet she fantasized about being with him and as she touched herself, she dreamed of him touching her.

She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and from that moment, she had him heart, body, and soul.

After dating for a month Ryan went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.

 

Ryan worked in Shallowfield for the Dancingdean Forestry Commission, which he heartily enjoyed, and his profession kept him at his physical peak, which he needed in order to keep up with a very vigorous Terri, because once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted sex monster who wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location.

So he kept his 6ft tall muscular physic in good order because he had to be ready for her, as with Terri in Abbottsford and Ryan in Shallowfield she was severely rationed, which was why when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get, so he would either drive to Abbottsford to give it to her or Terri would travel home to Shallowfield to get it.

Which was what happened in December when she got a lift home the week before Christmas after they had broken up for the holidays.

The first thing she did once she got all her things in the house was phone Ryan and invite him to lunch.

“I can’t babe” he said “We’re really snowed under”

“Oh, but you have to, everyone will be so disappointed” she pleaded

“Everyone?”

“Yes, the family” Terri lied “It’s for Christmas”

“You mean it’s a Christmas Lunch” he asked, “I really don’t have time for….”

“Its more of a buffet really, you don’t have to stay long” she explained

“Ok I’ll see you soon, but it’s really got to be a quickie” he agreed

“Absolutely, a quick in and out, I understand” she said

When she’d hung up, she quickly undressed and started to set the scene.

 

“Hello!” He called as he stepped through the front door “where is everyone”

“Is that you Ryan?” Terri called

“Yes, where are you?” he shouted

“I’m in the dining room” she called back so he walked down the hall

“Where’s everyone else, I thought we were having Christmas Lunch”

He said as he stepped into the dining room and found Terri lying draped across the table like an erotic Christmas buffet completely naked with only some strategically placed item of food to preserve her modesty.

“We are, and I’m it” she replied

“That’s a terrible waste of ham” he pointed out

“They’re just props from Uni” she said and threw one at him

“So, do you have enough time for some of this?”

“I could manage a morsel or two” he replied

“Good, now come and tuck in”

 

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (69) A Poor Little Rich Boy’s Christmas

Phil Marshall was 22 years old and an only child who lived with his parents in a huge 10 bedroom house in the village of Shallowfield on the edge of the Dancingdean Forest, and he had led a very privileged life and he was spoilt and conceited and had grown accustomed to always getting what he wanted.

 

So when the Purcell’s came to stay for the family Christmas gathering in the 1990’s and he set his cap for their eldest daughter Denise he fully expected to get his wish and sleep her.  

She was a year younger than him with flaming red shoulder length hair and a busty undulating form that made his heart race.

 

He planned on wasting no time in getting in his Cousin Denise’s bed but alas on the first night beneath the Marshall’s roof he fell asleep while he waited for the house to fall silent.

So on the second night he made sure he didn’t succumb to sleep before Denise succumbed to his lust.

It was just after 1 am when he tiptoed across the landing in a Santa Suit, full of expectation but as he slowly opened the door he was greeted by the discouraging sight of Denise cuddled beneath the duvet with the family housekeeper Josie McCalonan.

As he stood watching, Denise suddenly opened her eyes and realised he was there and said

“There’s no one in here for you Santa we’ve had out presents” and she smiled contentedly.

 

Phil closed the door and turned around to find Denise’s older sister Rachel standing by her open bedroom door and as Rachel had carried a torch for Phil for several years she said.

“If she’s not interested I wouldn’t say no to a present”

Rachel was not as pretty or busty or as sexy as her sister but she was obviously straight, she was willing and she was standing across the landing so Phil decided that she may have been second best but he knew that she would still give him a Christmas to remember.

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (96) Christmas in the Attic

 

Christmas was just around the corner for the inhabitants of Highfinch which nestled on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills where the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separated the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, which made up the parish of St Martins Church and between Lily Green and the sleepy hamlet of Kingfisherbridge was where Alex Trafford lived and since it was only a few weeks before Christmas, his divorcee sister Kate and his niece India were staying with him, which was how it had been for the previous eight years, ever since her divorce, and he saw no reason to deviate from the norm that year.

Northerly winds shrieked through the trees, carrying winter on its coat tails, as they wrapped themselves around the house and tried to shake it from its foundations with all their spiteful might as the freezing rain and snow they carried streaked down the double glazing, creating eerie shadows on the walls which were at odds with the glow from the hearth.

It was cozy and safe inside the house as he watched the fury of the storm outside until he shivered, so he pulled the curtains together and shut out the stormy vision.

 

His sister Kate and her daughter India were in the kitchen making Christmas cookies, mince pies, Christmas cake and pastries and the smell of cinnamon, spices and ginger was mouth-watering but he knew from experience that they wouldn’t let him have one, Amy would have done, she always did.

But Amy was gone now, gone forever and he missed her so much, but it was the first Christmas since her death and he didn’t know what to do without her, he didn’t know where he fitted in.

When Amy was alive she steered the ship and he was her first mate, but now he was cut adrift and rudderless.

 

He sat down in his chair by the fire and looked at the Christmas Tree and winced, trimming the tree was Amy’s forte and what he had done was a pale imitation which was when he decided mainly for want of something to do, to get up and go in search of more decorations.

He opened the hatch and pulled down the ladder and climbed the steps to the loft and sought out the decorations that he hoped would improve the appearance of the tree.

It was a large house and subsequently it had a large loft and after more than twenty years living there the loft was an absolute treasure trove.

He switched on the light and he muttered to himself as the dim light from the LED bulb did little better than a candle like glow which created weird and wonderful, if weak and feeble, shapes all over the loft.

He was of his time and much preferred light bulbs that came on to maximum brightness the moment you flicked the switch.

He knew it would brighten eventually he would just have preferred it to be immediate.

 

There were huge trunks and boxes full of old clothes and shoes, old books of his fathers and toys from his childhood and so many other memories were stored in the loft.

The winds took on new life up in the roof space, howling like a banshee as granular snow and hailstones beat its staccato rhythm on the roof and the unearthly soundtrack put him in an eerie frame of mind.
He momentarily forgot the reason for his trip to the attic, as he started to ponder what treasures he might rediscover.

Then he remembered why he was there and opened a box but only found some of his sister Kates old dolls.

Then out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure which made him jump but when he looked closer it was just an old dress maker’s dummy.

But he felt himself drawn to that corner of the loft and in particular a large oak chest.

He knelt down in front of it and unbuckled the leather strap and lifted the lid and instantly new what it contained even if he could see inside the plastic cover, it was his wife’s wedding dress, he hadn’t seen it since their wedding day or touched the silk folds and felt their softness against his skin since that wonderful day.

She had packed it lovingly away because she dreamed that one day her daughter would wear it on her wedding day, a common enough dream for a mother.

Sadly they were never blessed with a little girl, not a boy for that matter, it wasn’t to be for them, and it was his one regret, that he was unable to give her a child.
Suddenly he felt compelled to touch the soft cool silk, so he carefully unzipped the bag and tentatively reached for the silk and in the instant his fingers touched the fabric, the dress makers dummy seemed to come to life and he looked up and found himself staring mesmerized at what appeared to be his darling wife Amy as she was on that wonderful day in June all those years ago when they were married at St Martins Church, and he sighed to see her sweet smiling face with sparkling blue eyes.

The tone of the wind seemed to change at that point and it seemed to have been replaced by church bells and wedding music, he knew it wasn’t possible but he couldn’t move and didn’t want to for that matter.

“I miss you so much” he said to the apparition and he felt soft kisses on his neck and he sighed again

Just at that moment he was brought back to the moment by a call from the landing

“Uncle Alex! Lunch is ready”

“Ok I’ll be right down” he said and the blissful moment had gone.

He zipped the garment bag up again, closed the lid of the trunk and re-buckled the strap, then he walked back to the ladder but looked back as he descended and she was there again smiling at him and softly said

“I will be with you always”

“Thank you” he responded and as he continued his descent she added

“And the tree looks fine darling”

 

CHRISTMAS WISHES JUST FOR YOU

 

Christmas wishes just for you

Sent with love, tried and true

I send you love, I send you cheer,

I just wish we weren’t apart this year

I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS

I can’t wait until Christmas

I just want to let you know

You have all my love

This Christmas tied up with a bow