A Romantic Christmas
You knew I would do it...The Romantic Writer had to write about, well, Christmas and Romance.
For some, Christmas is a religious holiday (for most, actually).
For others, it's about the presents (ah, that would be me).
And, for those few like myself, Christmas is also about romance.
By romance, I don't just mean pink champagne and a roaring fire and hours spent in the arms of your loved one...
Romance is this, don't get me wrong. But it's so much more to me, too.
It's taking a night-time stroll around the streets, and marveling at all the Christmas lights. Flashing lights, fairy lights, glowing Santas, reindeers and wreaths. People milling around in wonderment at all the lights, their faces lit up. Everyone united in the beauty and the magic of Christmas.
Romance is hanging mistletoe in an archway of your home, and having wonderful excuses to kiss each other (even that nice courier man...jeez, I get a lot of courier men, don't I? Perhaps because I kiss them so often).
Not that I need an excuse to kiss my family (or the courier man)...but this makes it even more fun.
Romance is about seeing your grandparents you never get to see...and watching their faces light up at seeing their great-grandchild. It's romantic, and wonderful, and heartwarming, and heartbreaking, to watch their faces flash back to their long history together, to remembering their lives, their children, all the love they've had over the years.
Romance is seeing my sister for the first time in months...us hugging at the airport, and the bond between us forging again instantly. We're like twins, my sister and I, and it's painful to be apart.
Romance is seeing my baby girl open all her presents on Christmas Day, and the look on her face. The joy of it all.
Romance is having wonderful friends to talk to, to have them in my lives, even if it is all online (for now).
Of course, A Romantic Christmas wouldn't be without the love, laughter and (dare I say it) romantic activities between my husband and myself...
But most of all, A Romantic Christmas wouldn't be without one special ingredient...
Love.
(Oh, and pink champagne)
If I can do anything in this world to make it a better place, I'll start by wishing you all A Very Romantic Christmas.
For some, Christmas is a religious holiday (for most, actually).
For others, it's about the presents (ah, that would be me).
And, for those few like myself, Christmas is also about romance.
By romance, I don't just mean pink champagne and a roaring fire and hours spent in the arms of your loved one...
Romance is this, don't get me wrong. But it's so much more to me, too.
It's taking a night-time stroll around the streets, and marveling at all the Christmas lights. Flashing lights, fairy lights, glowing Santas, reindeers and wreaths. People milling around in wonderment at all the lights, their faces lit up. Everyone united in the beauty and the magic of Christmas.
Romance is hanging mistletoe in an archway of your home, and having wonderful excuses to kiss each other (even that nice courier man...jeez, I get a lot of courier men, don't I? Perhaps because I kiss them so often).
Not that I need an excuse to kiss my family (or the courier man)...but this makes it even more fun.
Romance is about seeing your grandparents you never get to see...and watching their faces light up at seeing their great-grandchild. It's romantic, and wonderful, and heartwarming, and heartbreaking, to watch their faces flash back to their long history together, to remembering their lives, their children, all the love they've had over the years.
Romance is seeing my sister for the first time in months...us hugging at the airport, and the bond between us forging again instantly. We're like twins, my sister and I, and it's painful to be apart.
Romance is seeing my baby girl open all her presents on Christmas Day, and the look on her face. The joy of it all.
Romance is having wonderful friends to talk to, to have them in my lives, even if it is all online (for now).
Of course, A Romantic Christmas wouldn't be without the love, laughter and (dare I say it) romantic activities between my husband and myself...
But most of all, A Romantic Christmas wouldn't be without one special ingredient...
Love.
(Oh, and pink champagne)
If I can do anything in this world to make it a better place, I'll start by wishing you all A Very Romantic Christmas.
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Wow, I never knew you were such an old romantic !!!
Ha ha, just kidding, of course.
That's so right. Christmas is all of those things. The look on your daughter's face is going to be something that you won't forget, not for a very long time, if ever.
Hang on ... you haven't seen our courier man, have you? Unfortunately, not the 'sneeky kiss under the mistletoe' kinda guy. Then again, there is that bloke who lives down the street ...
I'm kidding ... again. Promise...
A pregnant woman's allowed to have some romantic Christmas fantasies, isn't she?
Romance is sooo alive and well and that is a beautiful thing.
Caramel Angel.
P.S. I'm so close to breaking into song, right now (I love those Christmas songs) but I won't put you through that. You'd never forgive me.
Have a merry romantic Christmas too.
Motherhood
Caramel Angel,
If anybody is a fellow Romantic Christmas (nut) Angel, then it is you, my dear!!
And you can break into song anytime you like!!
As to the Courier Guy...all the hot courier guys must be in Brisbane (I have a thing for CG's....have you come across that in Betrayal yet? Not that the CG in Betrayal is hot...or nice...but I seem to bring them up alot, don't I??)...
And a pregnant woman is allowed to have as many fantasies as she likes...same goes for every other woman, for that matter!
(If my fantasies were made public knowledge, I'd be locked up...oh, wait. They are public knowledge. They're in my writing!)
Much Love,
The Cherry Christmas Angel,
K.L.
xoox
V8 Supercar Pitstop
I'm going to bed, now... fantasies here I come ...
A. xxxx
The only way to apologise for defaming someone in public (like I did to you) is to write a public apology.
Firstly, you’re very forgiving. Being forgiven by you for acting like the arsehole I have been towards you is the best Christmas present. I’ll certainly drink a pink champagne truce with you.
To write to me in the manner you have (to even be bothered, and brave enough) says so much about your character and integrity. You have a lot of qualities I wish I possessed. One of them is humility. And I mean that sincerely.
Your letter was one of humility and courage.
Since you have stated, ‘I just want to know what happened,’ I’ll do my best to answer your question. You deserve it.
I have a lot of the mongrel character in me. (This is where I slip into funny-mode. I can’ help it. Don’t take this paragraph to mean anything more than me amusing myself). I wouldn’t be a good character to base one of your romantic heroes on. I would want to fuck the woman when we first met. In the prologue. I wouldn’t even be able to wait till Chapter 1. Actually, well before the prologue. I’d want to fuck her on the front cover. And along the spine. K.L., I do have some very nice qualities amongst the mongrel, but mongrel defines me. I belong in a sick, depraved, way-beyond-erotica-even novel. I need to be written into a book as a man whose children all turn into serial killers. And then he hunts them down and kills them all but not before siring a few more serial killers with his own children. And even then, the character would be far too nice to be based on me.
I also have very little idea of how to function in the real world. Or the virtual world. Which is a real world. Um, make that no fucking idea at all. It’s true. I know how to write, and that’s about it. (I do know how to fuck a woman but I won’t go there). I study writing and the female form. And read sick true-crime novels.
I’m so arrogant, I think I don’t need anyone or anything other than my own brilliance. So I’ll piss people off when I feel like it without thinking about the consequences of my actions. Without thinking. Without thinking that I might be hurting someone. I really have to stop doing that.
When you sent me Betrayal, I honestly wished I had the time to devote to editing it. But then again, maybe it’s best I didn’t have time. I might be the worst person in the world to edit a romance novel. I cannot read them. My mum reads them. I pick them up from the library, and struggle reading the flyleaf. It’s just not my type of writing. Next time, I’ll swallow a tiny section of my pride, and write exactly that, if someone puts their trust in me and sends me something that is precious to her, and has consumed so much of her time, rather than abuse someone who wants to write romance. I’ll just write. I can’t read romance novels. Just as some people can’t read hard-core crime and sexuality.
If you were to meet me in real life, you’d be surprised at how well I can disguise my arrogance and pride. Disguising my mongrel is a bit more difficult. I learnt how to do that in religious life. (Not hide my mongrel). How to disguise my pride and arrogance. I know what humility is. I just don’t put it into practice very often.
It takes letters like yours to make me even descend to a level half-way towards humility.
So, cheers. Here’s to pink champagne Christmases, and a pink champagne 2007 (and beyond) …
HJ
Motherhood
To H.J.
That has to be one of the nicest damn things anybody has ever said (wrote) to me...
Thank you for that. It means so much to me.
I'm struggling for words...I'm blubbering too much.
(Perhaps they need to invent a pill for me??? Something that will stop K.L. from being so damn sensitive...it would have to be pink, of course)
Thank you for explaining all that to me...I appreciate it more than I could ever say.
And I've seen your nice side, plenty of times...here it is again.
I'll be thinking of you on Christmas Day, and I'll have a glass of pink champagne with you!!
K.L.
Rugby World Cup 2007
My Angel sisters...it got a bit hot here last night... courier guys???
Let me explain the definition of sick...and no Homer Treasure, tis not you...well not really...
The Definition of Sick:
Having a pizza delivery guy come to your door and thinking hmmm...you're nice and then him saying hello Mrs XXX....haven't seen you for a while and realising oh ****....he went to school with your eldest (21) and you've known him since he was knee high and now you're doing a double take!!!!!!!!!
That pizza did not go down well.
Much love to you my beautiful Cherry Angel (and to you my Caramella)
Dusk
Motherhood
My DD,
Of course you can join the Pink Champagne Christmas Day party....
(A.H. is really going to kill us...Old Fangy will reappear)
Your pizza guy story was hilarious....
Whoops, sorry. I don't think it was supposed to be!!
We've all had those moments (well, perhaps I'm just saying this, since my little one is only 2...but I've had similiar moments!!)...and I'm sure the guy was checking you out...I'm sure all your sons' friends check you out...
(I'm not sure if I'm making you feel better here, or worse)
You are gorgeous, after all.
Much love,
Your Angel,
K.L.
ooxx
Rugby World Cup 2007
I am going to vomit.
I was told by one of my son's girlfriends that I was considered a MILF. I had no idea what that meant and she wouldn't tell me...she thought it was too cute...yeah...guess who's not on my Christmas list this year...(and my sweet E, my future 1st daughter-in-law, I know you read my posts and all my comments...!!)
Aneeewayyyy....I found out.
I gotta tell ya...uh uh...yuck to the max...vomit city...
Going back to the topic at hand; I do love this post. I didn't realise you were such a romantic....
And now there are 2 definitions of what romance is...and both define the many facets of a romantic nature.
Much love to you my Cherry Angel sis
Dusk
V8 Supercar Pitstop
(How'd you like that? Did it make you sit up and stop everything you were doing?)
Yeah ... I thought so...
Anyway, it's almost Christmas and I reckon even this poor pregnant woman can celebrate with a glass of something bubbly. This is an occasion to celebrate, after all.
(Hi Homer ... good to have you back)
Um ... I might just have to go and pick up my daughter from school first.
Will email my girls soon.
A. xxxx
Horrorphile
However, as a more socially responsible compromise, I'm prepared to settle back into a large leather sofa with a tall flute of pink champers, some stuffed turkey by my side, and dip into a little Laurell K. Hamilton, if need be ... not that I've actually read any of her novels yet, but I hear they have a rather sexy bite to them.
Merry bloody Xmas KL!!!
your favourite horrorphile ... Bryn
Motherhood
Oh, Bryn...
You do know how to lure me back over to the dark side, don't you??
I can picture you, like a Bad Santa, dressed in black instead of red....the room dark, save for the roaring fire, some eery music playing in the background...
And you're drinking pink champagne and reading a vampire book!
Classic!!
Yes, you need to pick up L.K. Hamilton...I'm reading the second one now...
Seriously cannot eat anything while I'm reading it (yes, I'm one of those people that consume a chocolate bar while eating...very bad for you)...
Merry Bloody Christmas to you too!!
And a cheers to my favourite Dark Prince,
K.L.
Motherhood
To Fangy...I mean, Caramella,
Of course you can have a glass. Just a tinsy one.
You deserve it (for us torturing you for months over our drinking habits)...
I'll be back...washing to get off the line (I know, spoils the whole romantic image, doesn't it??).
Your Angel,
K.L.
xoxo
Motherhood
To DD,
That is kind of gross...boys! Boys will be boys!!
(I know, it's a pathetic excuse)
But you're gorgeous....apparantly there's a price to pay for that! Suggestive comments from your sons' friends...
(Oh, dear. I'm so glad I've got a girl...that my future may perhaps be all girls)
I must confess, I am a die-hard romantic...
(In case y'all didn't know...yes, practicing my Texan accents...going through a stage with that....it's better not to ask)
Well, my sweet, as I told A.H., I've got some washing to bring in....I should stop saying that, it really is unromantic.
Your Angel,
K.L.
xoxo
Horrorphile
Motherhood
Hiya Bryn,
The first Anita Blake Vampire Hunter novel is called 'Guilty Pleasures...'
The second is 'The Laughing Corpse.'
The first one is the setting up of everything...but it's still got some killer scenes.
This second one is making me a bit vomity already....but I love it!!
I don't know which one is the 'best' of them....from the reviews I've read, it looks like later in the series are the real hot books (hot for horror and sex, it seems...your fav combo??? And mine).....maybe around Book 8 and upwards....
I hope this helps!
K.L.