Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Friday, December 13, 2013

Tidings of Comfort & Schnapps by Erin Nicholas

Sweater Season continues! Along with the awesomely ugly sweaters on Facebook, we're sharing short stories starring some of our already-have-books characters that you may have met and fallen for in the past! :)

Cody Madsen and Olivia Dixon are actually the stars of my *upcoming* release (Feb 25th), Best of Four.  But readers have already gotten to know these two in the first three books, She's the One, It Takes Two and Best of Three. And they have a bit of a past that I was happy to reveal in this short holiday story! Enjoy!







Two years, one week and three days ago

There was nothing sexy about gingerbread men.  Especially ones that were really just big
blobs of gingerbread with a foot sticking out here and there.  There was also nothing sexy about sugar cookies.  Especially ones that were burnt on the bottom.  And there should be nothing sexy about his best friend’s little sister muttering words that would have shocked her mother while putting colorful gumdrops on the top of green Rice Krispie treat trees.
But Cody Madsen found himself a little tighter in his blue jeans when he stepped into Olivia Dixon’s kitchen.  She was beautiful.  Her jeans were faded across the butt, her hair was escaping the twist on top of her head, she had green frosting smeared up one arm and cocoa powder on her left thigh.
And he wanted to kiss her.
But then again, he wanted to kiss her nearly every time he saw her, green frosting or not.
The timer on the oven went off, startling him.  She turned away from the table where she
had at least four different kinds of cookies spread out and saw him.
“Cody!”
“Hi.  Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”  Of course, with Bruce Springsteen belting out his version of Santa Claus Is Coming to Town, she couldn’t have heard his knock or him coming in through the front door.
She reached for the stereo that sat on the shelf where she kept her cookbooks and turned down the volume.  “No problem.”
“Conner asked me to come over and get his cooler.  He said he sent it home with you after the last tailgate.” Among other things, Cody and Olivia’s brother Conner, played on the local amateur football team, the Omaha Hawks, together.  Once a month, the guys hung out with fans pre-game at the Hawks sponsored tailgate party.
“It’s in the garage,” Olivia said, gesturing toward the door.
Cody started in that direction, but something in her eyes made him stop.  He’d only been able to appreciate her from the side.  Now looking at her straight on he realized she’d been crying. 
He frowned.  “You okay?”
She sniffed, but nodded. “I’m baking for the bake sale at St. Anthony’s.”
St. Anthony’s was the big local trauma center where Conner, and their buddy Ryan, worked as paramedics.  The Christmas bake sale was an annual event that raised money for Christmas gifts for the local women and children’s center.
“It smells great.”
It did.  Underneath the aroma of burnt sugar.
“My gingerbread men are more appropriate for Halloween, my Rice Krispie trees are too mushy, I’m out of coconut, and I can’t even get the sugar cookies to turn out.  And,” she went on. “I have to come up with a unique recipe for the contest and everything I’ve tried has ended up in the garbage.”
It was obvious she was distracted.  Olivia was a fantastic baker.  He’d had her cookies, pies, cakes and brownies in the years since he’d met Conner in college.  They were all amazing.  Almost as amazing as his.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
She sniffed again and shrugged. “Nothing. I’m just stressed about getting the cookies done.”
“How many are you doing?”  There were a lot of cookies in that kitchen already.
“Ten dozen.”
Ten?”
She lifted a shoulder.  “Baking makes me happy.  It comforts me.” 
“You need comforting?”  He hated that idea.  Olivia was the sweet one of the Dixon Divas—as she and her three sisters were collectively called.  She was the bubbly optimist.  Everyone loved that about her.  Cody loved that about her.  She was one of those people that could put you in a good mood no matter what else was going on.  He hated to think she was anything less than happy.
“No.  I just need to make six dozen more cookies.”
“I’ll help.”
Her eyes widened.  “You’ll help me make cookies?” 
Well, hell, he hadn’t really meant to say that but… cookies he could do.  Comforting a woman, he wasn’t so sure about and he suspected that she did actually need comforting.
Cody tossed his keys onto the counter by the coffee pot and rolled up his sleeves.  “I’ll help you make cookies.”
She looked wary.  “Do you know how to make cookies?”
“Olivia,” he said, stepping to the sink to wash his hands.  “I’m going to blow your mind with how I make cookies.”
Her expression brightened.  “Well, I haven’t had my mind blown by a man in a long time.”
He paused and looked at her.  Was she flirting?  Did she mean that the way his mind had taken it?
Her cheeks were pink.  “In the kitchen,” she added.  “I haven’t had my mind blown by a man in the kitchen in a long time.”
Yeah, he could blow her mind in any room she wanted. 
He focused on the running water.  No he couldn’t.  She was his best friend’s little sister. His best friend who had seen Cody watching Olivia across Trudy’s Tavern three months ago and said “Don’t even think about it.”  Cody’s response had been “nothing to worry about man”.  It had to be.  Conner knew things about Cody’s past with women that gave him good reason to worry about Cody getting involved with someone Conner cared about.  The fact that it was his little sister… yeah, never gonna happen.
“Tell me about this unique recipe you have to come up with,” he said, reaching for a towel.
“It’s for the Cookie Contest.  Winner gets a hundred dollars to donate to their favorite charity.”
Feeling a little more composed with talk of cookies and charity, he turned to face her. 
She was beating something in a big plastic bowl with a vengeance.  And wearing a deep scowl.  He rescued the innocent cookie dough, setting it to the side.
“What do you have for the contest so far?”
She sighed and reached for the huge mug sitting in the middle of the stove, then leaned against the counter.  “I’ve done a peppermint sugar cookie that wasn’t pepperminty enough, I tried making mocha gingerbread men—” She wrinkled her nose.  “—that were a disaster.  And I tried an eggnog cookie recipe that was… okay.”
He looked around.  “Where are the remnants?”
She leaned to the right, revealing a plate of cookie pieces behind her.  He reached for one but she didn’t move, which meant that his body ended up closer to hers than it had ever been. 
He was instantly hit by heat and the urge to put his lips against her neck.  As he slowly straightened, he caught the scent of peppermint.  But it wasn’t coming from the cookies.
“Schnapps?” he asked.
She sipped from her cup again and nodded.
“You tried the schnapps in the cookies to make them more pepperminty?”
She smiled.  “I put the schnapps in my hot cocoa to make my attitude better.”
“Bad day?”
She shook her head, but said, “Yes.”
“Is the schnapps helping?”
She drank again.  “Yes.”
He bit into one of the peppermint cookie pieces.  It was good.  It wasn’t amazing, but it was good.  “I can fix these cookies,” he said.  “Does that help?”
She looked at him in surprise.  “Yes. That would definitely help.”
He moved toward the collection of ingredients she had spread out on the counter top.  “I think it’s interesting that you didn’t realize what you needed to do here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Peppermint cookies are good, but chocolate peppermint cookies are awesome.”
She opened her mouth, then looked down at her cup, then up at him.  Her mouth curved into a smile.  “I guess I’m a little slow today.”
Cody started measuring and stirring.  “Yeah, what’s going on?”
“I went to the grocery store for supplies.  I ran into George.” 
He glanced at her. Her eyes filled with tears and Cody abandoned his bowl and spoon, instinctively stepping forward.  He didn’t know who George was, but the encounter had clearly upset her.  That made him want to punch George.
“He was with another woman.”
Ah. The fact that she was upset about George being with another woman probably meant he wasn’t her accountant.  Cody reached out and ran his hand up and down her arm.  “I’m sorry, Liv.”
She smelled like chocolate and peppermint.  He loved both.
“You were dating a man named George?” Cody asked, trying to concentrate on the issue.  George making Olivia cry.  The fucker.
“Yes.  And George is apparently dating a woman named Maggie.”
Dammit.  He definitely wanted to punch George.  “But he took her to the grocery store.  That’s not very romantic.”
“They were buying whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”
Cody thought about that.  “Ice cream?” he suggested.
Her eyes filled again.  “George has sensitive teeth.”
Cody thought about that.  Then laughed.  “You’re better off without George.”
“It’s not his fault his teeth are sensitive to cold.”
“George was buying whipped cream and chocolate syrup with another woman, Liv,” Cody said gently.  “He’s an idiot.”
She shook her head.  “It’s me.”
“It’s not you.”
“It is.  I told him…”  She trailed off and sniffed, wiping her hand over her wet cheek.
The motion left a streak of green granulated sugar behind.  Which went along well with the powdered sugar that dusted her hairline at her temple, the red frosting that was smudged on her neck and the streak of chocolate at the corner of her mouth.
Cody felt himself move in closer without even thinking about it.  “You told him what?”
Please God, don’t let her have said she loved him.  Cody wasn’t completely clear on exactly why that idea put a huge knot in his gut, but it did.
“I told him I wouldn’t sleep with him.  It was too soon.  I wasn’t ready.”
Cody let out a long relieved breath. Relieved was a strange emotion to be feeling about it, but he decided it was too complicated to spend much time on at the moment. “I think that’s amazing.  Good for you.”
One eyebrow went up.  “Amazing?”
“You deserve a guy who will wait and put every effort into winning you over.”
She shook her head.  “Why do men only think of sex? I mean, is it really that important?”
Cody shrugged.  “Well… yeah.”
“But with the right woman… a guy would be willing to wait, right?”
He looked into those big blue eyes, the tendrils of blond hair escaping her ponytail, the bright red apron that covered her and said, “Absolutely.”
“So, what’s wrong with me?”
“Not one damned thing.”
She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head.  “I think what’s wrong is that I only wanted to kiss him.”
“That doesn’t make you wrong.”
“It means that I was with the wrong guy,” she said, setting her cup down.
There was something in her eyes, and her voice, that made him swallow hard. “It might just mean you weren’t ready to move to the next level with him.”
“That’s strange considering that with you I’m ready for the next level right now.”
Her words rocked through him and now he couldn’t swallow.  “Wh…wha…what?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re drunk.”
She shrugged. “I’m tipsy. But it’s not like this is the first time I’ve wanted to kiss you.”
“Liv,” he said, his heart twisting in his chest.  “We can’t.”
“You don’t want to kiss me, Cody?”
She reached behind her and untied her apron.  She slipped it over her head and tossed it to the side.
He blinked.
What are you wearing?”
She looked down and smiled.  “My ugly Christmas sweater.”
“Why?”
“It was supposed to cheer me up.”
The sweater was a light knit in shimmery gold.  Except for the two Santa-type mittens curving around either side and covering her breasts.  The bottom said “Feel the joy”.
He couldn’t resist his own smile.  “Did it work?”
“A little.” She moved closer.  “Not as much as kissing you would.”
He took a deep breath.  She was tipsy.  But she was also sad.  He hated that George had chosen Maggie over Olivia.  She understandably needed some reassurance.  He was a big fan of hers, so he could easily assure her that she was amazing. “You’re gorgeous and sexy and sweet and any guy would be a damned fool if he didn’t kiss you every chance he got.”
She looked him straight in the eye. “Prove it.”
Yeah, he’d kind of known that’s where this was going.
Even as he stepped closer and put his hands on her hips, he knew he shouldn’t.  Even when he lifted her up to the countertop, he knew he shouldn’t.  Even when he stepped between her knees, lifted his hand and wiped the chocolate from the corner of her mouth then licked it off, he knew he shouldn’t.
But he did anyway.
He pulled the clip from her hair and tossed it over his shoulder, he ran his hand through her hair then cupped the back of her head.
He took a moment to appreciate the way her breath caught. The way her pupils dilated. The way her cheeks flushed.
Then he kissed her.
And it turned out that the chemistry he’d imagined between them, was very, very real.
The kiss went from sweet to spicy in two seconds.  She gripped the front of his shirt, arching closer.  He opened his lips over hers and she moaned, allowing him to stroke his tongue deep, tasting the chocolate and peppermint and the underlying deliciousness that was all Olivia.
She wrapped her legs around his waist.
He slid his hand up under her sweater, stroking her spine, her ribs, then cupping her breast.
Feel the joy, indeed.
She whimpered as he brushed his thumb over the hardened tip.
Just as he heard the front door bang open.
“Liv, we’re here to help!”
Cody ripped his mouth from Olivia’s as her sister, Amanda, called to her.
“Damn,” Olivia muttered.
Cody stepped back, taking a deep breath and trying not to notice how gorgeous she looked with her hair tousled and her mouth wet from his.
She pressed her lips together and pulled her ugly sweater down as she met his gaze.  “Damn,” she said again.
Yep, that about summed it up.
Olivia slid off the counter as her sisters came into the kitchen.
Cody reached for the bottle of peppermint schnapps.


Want the recipe that Cody whips up?  
Click here for Cody's 
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Cody and Olivia get their full story February 25th!  Mark your calendars for Going for Four!

Counting on Love, Book 4


It’s either true love…or the biggest mistake they’ve ever made.

Cody Madsen has stayed away from Olivia Dixon for almost two years—technically. Even though he talks to her every day and sees her every weekend. But there’s no kissing, touching, or telling her how he really feels. Because they’re just friends.  Anything more than that would mean crossing the line that Olivia’s older brother—Cody’s best friend—has firmly drawn between them.

Olivia wants what her three sisters have—true love. She could almost believe she’s found it with Cody, if it weren’t for the fact that her brother won’t have it. And he’s never steered her wrong before. Her head is telling her to trust her brother, but her heart won’t let go of Cody.

Her solution? A dating site where she and Cody can each find their “Perfect Pick” once and for all.

But when the site yields some unexpected results, their real feelings come front and center. And they have to decide if it’s worth the risk to cross the line from friendship to love after all.

Warning: Contains a starry-eyed romantic, a wanna-be Knight in Shining Armor, and chocolate chip cookies. A lot of chocolate chip cookies.

You can also catch up with Cody, Olivia and the whole gang right now with 
She's the One, It Takes Two and Best of Three!

 And there's MORE!   
Tidings of Comfort & Schnapps 
Part TWO is at my blog!  :D



For more information about this event, 
check out last Friday's post!

And remember that all comments here get entered to win your very own ugly sweater kit! You can also comment over on our Sweater Season event page for a chance to win, or hey, post an ugly sweater pic there for a chance to win a $50 gift card!


Thursday, December 22, 2011

Dear Santa


Dear Santa


I hope you are well this Christmas. I know this is a very busy time of year for you. How is Rudolph? And the elves? I'm sure you will all be ready for a vacation in Hawaii on December 26.

I have tried to be a good girl this year. I wrote some stories. A lot of them have bad words in them, and sex, and some even have kinky things like spanking and ménages
à trois. They got published and quite a few people seem to like them, so I don't know if that counts as being naughty  or nice…?

Sometimes I got frustrated about things and I said some bad words and I vented to my friends and family about people who annoyed me. But I tried to be good in public.

Sometimes I got annoyed at my family. It seemed like they were always coming into my office to talk just when I was trying to write a sex scene in one of those stories I mentioned. Sometimes I got annoyed because they wanted to me to cook dinner when I wasn’t even hungry!

I think i ate too much this year and I drank some wine (see above about being frustrated) and didn't exercise enough and sometimes I stayed up too late. I will try to do better next year. Maybe. I don't want to make promises to you that I can't keep.

I don't want a lot for Christmas this year. I don't know if you can do this, but I would like a stocking full of perseverance. Sometimes I get discouraged and want to give up. And as a gift, If you could bring me enough successes to encourage me, mixed with a few disappointments to make me appreciate the successes,  that would be good. Actually I'm lying. I don't want any more disappointments. I just want successes. I know that's not realistic but hey, a girl can ask Santa for anything she wants, right? A new car would be good too.

Thank you Santa, and I hope you enjoy the pizza (I made it myself!) and beer I have left you. The carrot is for Rudolph.

Sincerely

Kelly

Thursday, December 1, 2011

How to catch the Christmas spirit






So there’s no snow here. Which is a bit unusual—and fantastic in my opinion.


Now, I like the coziness of being inside by the fire during a snowstorm as much as the next person. And I certainly agree that the fields and trees covered by snow can be a beautiful sight. Yes, it seems more Christmas-y with snow. BUT, I have not yet gotten brave enough to quit my “day job” and write full time from home so I do have to deal with slick roads, scraping windows and my toes getting cold walking to and from the car to my work building, grocery store, kids’ school, etc.


Up until right about now, no one here has complained. I live in Iowa. Snow is going to come and long outstay its welcome whenever it shows up. So the longer we put it off, the better. But now there’s grumbling. “It’s almost Christmas.” “How am I going to get everything done, I’m just not in the spirit.” “It won’t feel like Christmas without snow.”

To that, I call bullshit.

Christmas is Christmas no matter what the grass looks like. I’m thinking that my buddies on the west coast manage to have Christmas every year without a flake. Is it really not Christmas in Mexico? Of course it is. Christmas is a feeling, a spirit and time of year that’s about how we feel and how we act and what we look forward to—not how it looks out our window.

So, I’m fine. More than fine. If it never snows again, I’m fine. (and yes, I also wonder why I live in a place where four- five months of cold and snow is common). But for all of those people who need a little boost to get their stockings hung, their candy canes bought and their gingerbread houses made, here are some suggestions:

Play Christmas music. I love it! I could listen from Oct to Feb seriously.


Get Christmas scented candles or Scentsy: the Christmas cottage scent has been in my scentsy pot since Nov 1 and it’s awesome.


Drink Peppermint White Mochas (or hot chocolates) from Starbucks. YUM! (or try Coffeemate’s Peppermint Mocha creamer—not a bad substitute at all!)


Watch Christmas movies. It’s A Wonderful Life is my favorite movie. Not just favorite Christmas movie but favorite movie of all time. ABC Family and Hallmark Channel also have lots of cute (a little cheesy, but come on) Christmas movies running now, esp on the weekends.



Read Christmas romances. There are LOTS! Kate, Kelly, PG, and Skylar all have Christmas stories out and so do tons of other wonderful authors.


SO, let’s help each other out here. Give us some Christmas-spirit-inducing ideas. What makes you feel the season? And give us recommendations for some Christmas romances! I’m starting my Christmas reading list this weekend.

And if you want to get in the mood for free¸I have two short stories on my website that are Christmas themed. They’re very short and sweet—nothing too sexy there (not enough word count ;)) but feel free to take a peek under the Fun Stuff tab at http://www.erinnicholas.com/

Monday, November 21, 2011

It's beginning to look a lot like...

Christmas!

Well, it is here. Our first snowfall came and went, but yesterday it snowed quite a bit and got very cold, so I think it's here to stay! On top of that, when I went out to do errands last weekend, the shopping malls were crazy busy! Are people doing their shopping already? I'll confess I've started, but this year my goal is to do as much shopping as possible on-line so as to avoid the crowds and traffic.

So since it seems we're into that season I thought I'd let you know about my Christmas story which is now available at Amazon and B&N for just  $.99! (This is a re-release, so if you've already bought it, don't buy it again!) All I Want For Christmas is a fun and sexy little read.



Perfectionist Erin Nordman usually loves Christmas, but this year things aren’t going quite as planned. Lost gifts, too much work to do and organizing the office Christmas party are stressing her out. When Dex Mitchell comes by, the gorgeous Director of Finance who she’s had a crush on forever, she turns into a stammering klutz. What else could go wrong this Christmas?

How about too much to drink at the Christmas party, a sexy encounter in the ladies’ room and an embarrassed hangover the next day? Can anything turn this around so Erin gets what she really wants for Christmas?


Okay so who else has started their holiday shopping?

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

My Best and Worst Christmas Ever

My son just had a birthday, which every year makes us think about his first Christmas and how blessed and fortunate we are that he is here to celebrate every Christmas with us.

When I was pregnant with him, my water broke at 21 weeks (about half way into the pregnancy). I was put in the hospital on bed rest to prevent me from going into labour. At that time, there was no way he would have survived had he been born, so they wanted to hold it off as long as possible, but everyone knew he was likely not going to make it to full term. I spent 7 weeks in the hospital. My daughter was two years old at the time, and the first night she had to leave me there, we both cried buckets of tears. We were very close and it was gut-wrenching to be apart from her that much. My husband became a single parent for 7 weeks, with all the work that goes with that but also daily visits to the hospital on top of the worry about the baby growing inside me.

At almost 29 weeks I went into labour. They tried to stop it, but only bought us one more day and on December 10 my son was born. He weighed 3 lbs 3 oz, a good size for 28 weeks, though he lost a few ounces of fluid and went below 3 lbs. I don’t remember much about the time immediately after the delivery, it’s pretty much a fog in my head. We were told he was having trouble breathing on his own, which wasn’t a surprise. The hospital staff had done a great job of preparing us for what was to come. I was wheeled in to see him before they whisked him off to the NICU, but again I barely remember it. When my husband wheeled me into the NICU later that day to see him, the nurses were all astonished that I was there, having just had a baby, and it might have been a bit soon seeing as I just about fainted and had to be taken to the sitting room to put my head between my knees.




That's me and my son


People say there’s nothing harder than going home from the hospital without your baby, but again, I was prepared for that, and after 7 weeks in the hospital I was happy to get the hell out of there and back to my own bed. The next two months (he came home February 15) were daily visits to the hospital (sometimes two or three times) and an emotional roller coaster. He had every medical problem a preemie can have – they gave him what I consider miracle drugs, surfactants, to help his lungs develop and help him breathe on his own. He had extreme jaundice and had to go under sun lamps. He had so much blood drawn from his tiny body he needed multiple transfusions. He had numerous infections because his immune system was so weak (even though we had to scrub up every time we went in the NICU). He had a broken wrist from the delivery. He had a valve in his heart that didn’t close as it normally would at birth, because it was too early. We luckily avoided surgery with more miracle drugs. He was fed by IV for weeks, eventually moving to tube feedings of the breast milk I’d been pumping.

I was determined to breast feed him because it had been such a good experience with my daughter and I knew that if any baby needed the benefits of breast milk, it was him. So I got to be best friends with the electric breast pump the hospital sent home with me. You think it’s hard getting up in the middle of the night to nurse a baby? How about getting up to sit in the dark with a breast pump. I shed a lot of tears in those lonely middle of the night “feeding sessions”.

The tube feeding was a slow process, though, because his intestines weren’t developed enough to digest even breast milk. Finally the last thing that was keeping him from coming home was being able to feed and the poor little guy was so weak and tiny he didn’t have much energy and he didn’t have a clue what to do when put to the breast. All modesty is lost when you have six nurses and lactation consultants standing around your naked chest trying to get the babe to latch on. Oy!

He was hooked up to wires and tubes and monitors. We got to be good at reaching out to poke him inside his isolette when the monitor started beeping because he’d stopped breathing, or his heart had stopped (after a few minor freak outs at first). The scariest problem of all was the bleeding in the brain. There are various categories of IVH and his wasn’t the worst, but not the least either. As there’s nothing they can do about it, we knew we would have to wait and see how this affected him.

On Christmas Day, when he was about two weeks old, we made our trip to the hospital with his gifts. My daughter sat in a rocking chair, in her little yellow hospital gown, and opened them for him. And that was the day I got to hold him for the first time. The nurse dressed him in a tiny sleeper and I held him, with a teeny oxygen mask held to his little face. It was bittersweet – they told us that day he was going to be okay – he was “a keeper” they said. There are many babies who don’t make it out of the NICU; we saw them. But it was still a long road after that. I'm happy to tell you that he is now an adult:  18 years old, smart, funny, a little lazy in that teenage boy way, but a great kid.

Happy holidays everyone! What are some of your great Christmas memories and most special gifts?

Friday, December 11, 2009

All I Want for Christmas

If I knew how to add music, right now you'd be listening to Mariah Carey singing All I Want for Christmas Is You. Wait! I can put the video here...



Okay. Give it a minute to get going...a little more...go Mariah...okay check out the pretty cover while we're waiting...



Okay! Now I'm dancing in my chair.

Last year my novella All I Want for Christmas came out with Cobblestone Press. This story got some nice reviews:

The Romance Studio gave ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS 4 hearts...
"scorching and well written...the supporting cast and settings made the storyline sizzle...I recommend that you read this book...a good story even after the holidays."

Fallen Angels Reviews gave ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS 4 Angels...
"Ms. Jamieson has a delightful style that shows the funny side of all the dramas this time of year brings. I loved this little read..."

I got the idea for this story from all the things that can go wrong at Christmas and I know we've all experienced some of them: gifts lost in the mail, huge credit card bills, the angst of trying to find the perfect gift for everyone on our list, covering for coworkers while they're out having long boozy Christmas lunches and eating chocolates. How about that awkward moment when someone gives you a gift you weren't expecting and you don't have anything for them? And then...the infamous office party, where stressed out people let loose, drink too much, insult the boss and get it on with a co-worker in the ladies' room, followed by an embarrassed hangover the next day at work!

How's the music? Are you bopping?

What if this all happened to one person, one Christmas and that person was a perfectionist? Add to all that a crush on a sexy coworker that turns her into a stammering idiot whenever he's around and that's Erin's story in All I Want for Christmas.

Many of us push ourselves at this time of year to do so much - shopping for the perfect gifts, decorating the house to look like a Christmas card, entertaining family and friends, going to obligatory parties (and maybe some that are actually fun!), baking cookies and goodies that we really don't need to eat, and more shopping. I'm not admitting to any perfectionist tendencies but my house is using up as much power as a small city with all the Christmas lights. And I do love the lit-up expression on faces when they open a gift that both surprises and delights them.

But let's all remember to take a few moments to slow down and enjoy time with family and friends without the pressure of the perfect Christmas, because that's what it's really all about...love. And that is all I want for Christmas. How about you?