Holly Jolly Hook-Up by Gigi Love EPUB & PDF – Details
- Author: Gigi Love
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Greyson
My mother plays the same Christmas album every year to decorate the tree.
I don’t remember the name of it, but it’s something like Spirit of
Christmas or Celebration of Christmas and it’s basically a mixtape of
Christmas classics.
When I was a kid, I used to sneak over and replay Frosty the Snowman as
many times as I could before Mom noticed. Looking back on it, I’m pretty
sure she knew right away. She just let me feel like I got away with
something.
It feels different decorating the tree this year.
I am back home from college for the first time in five months, and even
though it’s not that long of a time compared to the span of my life, it feels…
a little foreign.
I didn’t sleep well in my own bed last night.
Somehow, the hard dorm room mattress feels more comfortable to me
now.
And the sounds are different when I sleep, too. I’ve gotten used to the
sound of kids my age laughing or yelling at all times of the night. Now, at
home? Well, everything seems so freaking quiet.
I’m home for a couple of weeks, though.
I suspect I will settle back into my routine here just as I am ready to head
back to school.
Sounds perfect.
I distract myself from my tiredness and weird feelings with Christmas.
I help Mom with the tree and then I offer to run into town when she needs
more lights.
Maybe getting out of the house will help me feel more… at home.
I’ve always loved Red Valley.
Growing up in this tiny Nebraska town was like growing up on that
snowflake where the Grinch lived. It’s tiny and quirky, and the second the
calendar turns to Black Friday, the whole city flips into a candy cane
wonderland.
I used to love it.
But walking into town now, seeing Red’s City Cafe, seeing the garland
and the tinsel and the life-sized Nativity, I still can’t help but feel like I’m not
home anymore.
I want to get back to that.
But I’m not a high school kid anymore.
I’m not the same kid who lived under that snow-piled roof those months
ago.
I take the basket outside of Red Valley’s Corner Grocery and push it over
the ice into the store. It’s sweltering inside, so I start shedding layers as I
curve through the aisles.
I would have gone to Red Valley’s Hardware Store, but they closed early
to go caroling.
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