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Christmas in Silver Bell Falls
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There was nothing quite like coming home at the end of a long day: kicking off your shoes…having a little something to eat while watching TV…and most importantly, not having to hear any more Christmas music!
Melanie Harper was certain she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. It was early November and the holiday season was just getting underway.
“More like under my skin,” she murmured as she walked into her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Taking her glass, she went back to her living room and sat down on the couch.
It had been a long day. A long week. Hell, if she were being honest, it had been a long three months. With deadlines approaching, her editor was getting more and more snarky while Melanie was getting more and more discouraged.
Writer’s block.
In her ten years of writing, she’d never once suffered from it, but for some reason the words refused to come.
“Figures,” she said with disgust and turned on the TV. Flipping through the channels, it was all the same thing—Christmas specials, Christmas movies, and holiday-themed shows. Unable to stand it, she turned it off and sighed.
It was always like this. Christmas. The holidays. Every year, if something bad was going to happen, it happened around Christmas.
Not that it had been that way her entire life, but…she stopped and paused. No, scratch that. It had been like that her entire life. Her earliest memory was of the Christmas when she was five. That was the year her mother left. Her father had been too distraught to celebrate that year, so she spent the day watching him drink and cry.
There had been a glimmer of hope for the next year—her dad promised her it would be better. The flu had both of them fighting for the bathroom the entire day. And after that, it was all one big, giant blur of suckiness. Between financial struggles and family issues—and that one year where they had gotten robbed the day before Christmas—Melanie had come to see the months of November and December as nothing but a big nuisance. Eventually they stopped even attempting to celebrate.
And now she’d be able to add “getting cut by her publisher because of writer’s block” to the Christmas resume of doom.
The name almost made her chuckle.
It would have been easy to sit there and wax unpoetic about how much she hated this time of the year, but a knock at the door saved her. Placing her wine glass down, she padded to the front door and pulled it open.
“Hey! There’s my girl!”
Melanie smiled as her dad wrapped her in his embrace. “Hey, Dad.” She hugged him back and then stepped aside so he could come in. “What’s going on? I thought we were getting together on Saturday for dinner.”
John Harper smiled at his only child as he took off his coat. “Is this a bad time?”
She shook her head. “No, not at all. I just wasn’t expecting you. Have you eaten dinner yet?”
He chuckled softly. “It’s almost eight, Mel. Of course I have.” He studied her for a minute. “Don’t tell me you haven’t.”
She shrugged. “It was a long day and I sort of lost my appetite.”
“Uh-oh. What happened?”
Melanie led him to the living room and sat down on the couch again. “My deadline will be here at the end of December and I haven’t written a thing.”
“Okay,” he said slowly. “So…can’t they extend your deadline?”
She shook her head. “They’ve extended it three times already.”
“Hmm…so what’s the problem with the story? Why are you having such a hard time with it? That’s not like you.”
She sighed again. “They’re pretty much demanding a Christmas story.”
“Oh.”
She didn’t even need to look at him to know his expression was just as pinched as hers at the topic. “Yeah, oh.”
“Did you try explaining…?”
Nodding, she sat up and reached for her glass of wine. “Every time I talk to them. They don’t get it and they don’t care. Basically their attitude is that I’m a fiction writer and I should be able to use my imagination to concoct this Christmas story without having to draw on personal experience.”
“Maybe they don’t realize just how much you dislike the holiday.”
“Dislike is too mild of a word,” she said flatly. Taking a long drink, she put her glass down and looked at him. “I don’t even want to talk about it. The meeting with my editor and agent went on and on and on today so my brain is pretty fried. The only thing to come out of it is yet another crappy reinforcement of the holiday.”
“Oh, dear…”
Melanie’s eyes narrowed. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I guess maybe I should have called first because…” He stopped. “You know what? Never mind. We’ll talk on Saturday.” He stood quickly and walked back toward the foyer.
“Oh, no,” she said as she went after him. “You can’t come here and say something like that and then leave! Come on. What’s going on?”
John sighed and reached for her hand. “Your grandmother died.”
Melanie simply stared at him for a minute. “Oh…okay. Wow. Um…when?”
“A month ago.”
Her eyes went wide. “And you’re just telling me now?”
Slowly, he led her back to the couch. “Mel, seriously? Your grandmother hasn’t spoken to me in over twenty-five years. I’m surprised I was notified.”
“I guess,” she sighed. Then she looked at him. “Are you okay?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure. I always thought when the time came that it wouldn’t mean anything. After all, she kind of died to me all those years ago. But now? Now that I know she’s really gone?” His voice choked with emotion. “It all suddenly seems so stupid, so wrong. I mean, how could I have let all those years go by without trying to make things right?”
Squeezing his hand, Melanie reached over and hugged him. “It’s not like you never tried, Dad. Grandma was pretty stubborn. You can’t sit here and take all the blame.”
When she released him, she saw him wipe away a stray tear. “In my mind, I guess I always thought there would be time. Time to make amends and…”
“I know,” she said softly. “And I’m sorry. I really am.”
“You probably don’t even remember her. You were so little when it all happened.”
It was the truth, sort of. Melanie had some memories of her grandmother and none of them were of the warm and fuzzy variety. Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time to mention it. “So who contacted you?”
“Her attorney. He actually called last night and met me in person today.”
“Well that was nice of him. I guess.”
“He had some papers for me. For us.”
Melanie looked at him oddly. “What kind of papers?”