As an Australian, there’s something romantic about imagining Christmas in Winter. In my house, presents were exchanged on Christmas Eve as my parents were Polish and German migrants. Santa arrives a night earlier in Europe. Christmas Day would be spent on Torquay Beach, two hours drive from Melbourne. We’d grab a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken and play in the ocean.
My guest blogger lives in Colorado, US. She writes about her experiences of Christmas, and I must admit, I had to Google hoagie sandwich, a highlight of her family gatherings.
So, while the silly season is coming closer, enjoy the memories of author, Kay Doherty.
When I was asked to write a post about what Christmas means to me, I was stumped. I’d never been asked that question. So, I dug deep. I thought about my family’s traditions and walked down memory lane examining the past decade or so of holiday gatherings.
Some memories were fun (hiding behind the sofa during a nerf gun fight), some were slightly unpleasant (passing out drunk with my brother Christmas Eve and spending Christmas day hungover), and some were surprisingly un-Christmas-like (ahem, stripper pole in the living room), but all of them made me smile or outright laugh.
Given that my family is a hodgepodge of religions, ethnicities, and sexual orientations, Christmas was always less about the religion and more about the family coming together for good food, good company, and a ridiculous amount of silly antics like nerf gun fights, tequila shots, and stripper poles.
It’s cinnamon buns for breakfast, homemade hoagie sandwiches for lunch, and margaritas, beer, and peppermint schnapps mixed with hot chocolate thrown in there just for the hell of it. Kind of explains all the previously listed insanity. It’s the small, but meaningful gifts we give each other. It’s the stocking stuffers my parents still buy despite the fact all the children are in their 30s and 40s which inevitably leads to poorly aimed projectiles taking out the tree.
These were the memories that I feel ultimately led me to write Sugar Cookies and Mistletoe in the way I did. It’s acceptance, love, snowball fights, and Christmas trees in danger. That is what Christmas means to me.
Kay Doherty has a shape shifting Christmas novella out now. You can order a copy direct from the publisher by CLICKING HERE.
Preston believed he would never find his mate. When he finally does, he’s in for a surprise. His mate, Dylan, is a rare omega wolf-shifter, but he’s still a child himself. Due to the unusual circumstances, the families agree to keep Preston and Dylan separated, only allowing monitored emails to be exchanged between them.
Six years later, Dylan returns to the wolf-shifter town of Barton, and Preston. With Christmas just around the corner, it’s the perfect time for Dylan to meet the Callahan Pack, reunite with his mate, and figure out exactly what his omega status means for his future with Preston.