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"To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act."
~Anatole France, French novelist (1844 - 1924)
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Excerpt for Three Minutes Before Christmas:
"Miss!" A jolly overweight Santa stood over Sydney White, patting her cheek with one hand, his other hand to the right side of her head.
"Huh? What happened?"
She tried to sit up, but Santa moved her back to the floor. "No, you need to stay still. I saw the whole thing." He removed his fake beard and hat, facing her with the most adorable blue eyes framed by short brown hair. His strong, muscular face demanded respect, but Sydney couldn't help but stare at him, thinking he should be on the cover of a magazine as a model. She wanted to tell him how handsome he was, but her head hurt unbearably, so she raised her hand to the pain instead.
"Don't touch it," he said. "Your coworker whacked you with a giant roll of wrapping paper, making you lose your balance. Your head hit the metal edge of the table when you fell and passed out."
She didn't remember a thing. "I did? Where am I?"
His face turned puzzled. "You're working at the mall wrapping Christmas presents. Do you know your name?"
It all seemed surreal to her, as she stared at the unfamiliar territory. "Sure…maybe?"
A voice sounded from nearby. "She's Sydney White."
Santa turned toward the man with the pointed green hat, standing in the Elf Wrapping Station in the mall hallway. The area was outlined by tables full of wrapping paper, tape and ribbons. "I was asking her, not you. I need to know if she's lost her memory."
"Oh," the elf-man answered. "I thought you wanted to know her name. I'm Justin if you need to know that." He looked down at Sydney. "I didn't even know you fell. Does it hurt?"
"Yes, it does." The pain was unbearable, but she kept staring at Santa. Surely he was married or dating. Her memory began to come back to her, reminding her that she was single and alone in the world, even though she lived near her family.
Justin went back to helping customers while sexy Santa turned toward Sydney. Now she knew what she wanted for Christmas and it didn't have anything to do with wrapping paper. If he just had a big red bow on his head…
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Paige Ryter
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