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What is your favourite Christmas Memory? – When we came home from my grandparents and my parents had set up of those bed tents on my bed. Coolest hidey hole ever!!!!!!
Best Gift you have received? – My first CD player. I haven’t been the same since. LOL
Best Gift you have given? – XBOX 360 for my girls. It keeps them quiet. Until they start arguing. :/
Do you have any Christmas Horror Stories? – There was a time that I was trying to take Christmas pics of the girls when they were babies. One kept taking off her dress and the other one kept crawling off. It was horrible! But, I also laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.
Any Christmas traditions? – We always open one present on Christmas Eve. Which is always Christmas pj’s for the girls.
Favourite Christmas movie? – A Christmas Story. No brainer.
Where is the Elf on a shelf? – At the store. We don’t have one! LOL!
Favourite Christmas food? – Chocolate Covered Cherries. That counts, right?
This or That :
Angels or Elves? Elves.
Snow flurries or Ice storms? – Snow flurries.
Egg Nogg or Cocoa – Egg nog.
Fuzzy Socks or Slippers? – OH! Fuzzy socks! Love them!
Naughty or Nice? – Naughty. Of course.
White lights or Multi-coloured? White. Sometimes less is more.
Real or Fake? Fake. I’ve got three kids and a husband. The less the mess the better.
Garland or Tinsel? – Garland.
Hot or Cold? – HOT! I am not a cold person. At. All.
Chocolate chip or Sugar? _ Chocolate chip. Sigh…
Star or Angel? Star.
Skies or Snowboard? Skies. Although, I would like to snowboard, someday.
“I’m going to give you a loser lesson. Let’s call it, Loser 101: Introduction to All Things Loser.” Another small smile crosses her lips, and damn if I don’t find myself once again momentarily distracted by her mouth.
Glancing back up, I look into her eyes and grin. “Okay, so number one. His name isn’t really Cash, you know this right? His name is Herman. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but if he’s not man enough to even stand behind the name his mother gave him, well?”
Tatum’s stare widens and she covers her mouth. “How did you know that?” she whispers back from behind her fingers. She looks like an adorable little girl with her huge blue eyes gaping back at me. It’s captivating. I burn the image into my memory bank before letting her in on my secret.
“I’m a bartender. I’ve seen his I.D. In fact, I make him show it to me every time he comes into the bar because it makes me laugh.”
She drops her hand, huge smile displayed. “You’re evil.”
“Yes, yes I am.” I hold up my pointer finger. “That’s number one. Number two…he’s what? Twenty- four? You know what I see every time he hands me that I.D. other than his name and age? His goddamn huge-ass senior ring … from high school. He really needs to learn to let go of what were probably the best years of his life and just move on. If he still feels that his high school years are relevant – loser. Lesson number two.”
I count it on my fingers as I lean in even closer and whisper my final lesson in her ear. “The third one is the most important, so listen closely.” I take a discreet whiff of her hair before continuing. “You may not believe this but it’s the truth. You deserve to be treasured. You should be with someone who respects you, who makes you a better person, and most of all, who makes you happy. He, however, treats you poorly. I see it every single time I’m around the two of you, and I have to say it takes a lot of restraint on my part not to beat the shit out of him when I see it happen.” Leaning away from her, I hold up three fingers in front of her shocked-as-shit facial expression. “If he doesn’t respect you and treat you how you should be treated – loser. Lesson three.”
I clear my face of its smartass smirk so she understands that I’m completely serious. “Never settle for less than you’re worth. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Hopefully one day, you’ll see what everyone else sees.”
She graciously accepts my compliment with a half-smile and after sliding herself back into her chair, she studies me intently.
“Interesting lessons there, Noah. Thank you for the wise words. But as I clearly displayed last night, I have issues. Not everyone would take me back after what I did last night, but he did because he loves me. We all have our faults, and not everyone can be perfect like you. I hope you know that’s not meant to be an insult, so please, don’t take it that way. I just mean, some of us are flawed and have to deal with what we’re given.” She watches the waitress pick up the empty plates from our table. Once they’re cleared, she begins again, still gazing off in the distance.
“Broken hopes and expectations can leave very, very broken people. So after a while, you learn not to aim so high because when people fail you, you land hard and there’s only so many times a person can be shattered before they’re beyond repair.”
She brings her eyes back to mine. “What you’re so quick to label as settling, I simply call survival,” she finishes with a defeated shrug of her shoulders.
L.B. Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and holds a degree in Biomedical Science. She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years. She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.
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