Have you ever watched a Hallmark Christmas movie?
Of course you have. It is literally impossible to reach a certain age and not see one. And if you’ve seen one then you’ve seen them all.
The protagonist and the love interest.
One LOVES Christmas and is all about that good ol’ Christmas spirit. The other… Not so much. All business, all the time.
One from the big city. The other usually from a town filled with that small town charm and holiday cheer.
By the end, whichever one doesn’t feel the spirit, does. And they get something better than a Disney happily ever after. They get a Hallmark Christmas!
Imagine a life filled with Hallmark Christmases.
Mistletoe kisses and hot chocolate by wood burning fireplaces.
Your family gathered around a Christmas table. The adults laughing and catching up on the past year. The kids running around, being kids. There’s usually a dog.
In my story, there is always a dog. There’s a dog sitting next to me as I type this so, yeah, there’s a dog.
Do they exist anymore?
Not dogs but the rest of it.
Christmas cards with the family on front in matching Christmas sweaters and long letters inside.
“You should have seen Susie! She wasn’t the greatest little ballerina up there at her first recital but I’ll be damned if she wasn’t having the time of her life. And Johnny. I still can’t believe he made the winning goal that secured his soccer team state. Guess all that practice paid off.”
Good job Johnny and you hang in there Susie! You’ll be the next Misty Copeland yet.
That one ice skating date!
It must be ingrained in us girls how to ice skate because we do it with such ease. It’s always our male counterparts that are tripping and falling. It makes you so endearing to us.
I’ve always loved those movies.
Yeah, they’re so cheesy they’re practically that nacho cheese that you pump onto chips and the gas station. But what’s so wrong with that?!
Pull me close and smile when I tell you you’re all I need for Christmas because I mean it. But we both know I still want a gift.
I sit here in February and write a post I’ll schedule to post the 1st of December and wonder if we’ll make it.
I wonder if you’ll be my nonbeliever and I your converter.
My handsome harlequin.
2017 was something we did.
Cleveland,
MGK,
You and Me.
But I had only known you two months. It was new and exciting. It didn’t matter that the Tree hated you or that Hop-a-long faked a panic attack because she decided she didn’t want to be there.
The lights went down.
Your arms were around me and the crowd faded away.
I didn’t even smoke but there were shot guns in our kisses. So, drunk and stoned I clung to you. The night you promised to never let me go.
Taco Bell never tasted as good as it did that night. Watching you eat taco after taco and talking to anyone you saw in that black bandana.
I could have said it then but I was scared.
My harlequin.
My entire Christmas list.
If your lips held poison I would gladly die on them. The way I nearly died of embarrassment again and again for the following two weeks as Tree and Hop reminded me that we weren’t actually as quiet as I thought.
Not that you cared.
I was yours and you were mine and fuck them if they disagreed.
2018 we were refreshed.
New again.
“I love you” rolled off the tongue like we had been saying it all along.
No shotguns but all the kisses.
Hate and bitterness wrapped in love and confusion and the unending gratitude of being back in your arms. All I wanted to do was be in that moment but all I did was start arguments.
We were bound in a single moment.
And you called me your girlfriend.
2019?
Hallmark can wait if I can have you.