Mistletoe Kisses And Yuletide Joy
“Song. Believe me....
She wiped away a tear. No matter what little problems had fretted her family, at Christmas they'd always found joy. Each year her family and friends had renewed their warm feelings, like new logs placed on a spiritual fire.
Had he never felt that?
Did he really reject Yule as entirely pagan?
When he returned with the servants and the punch, he said, rather stiffly, "I apologize. I've upset you. I thought you of a similar mind. So normally you would be romping to the end of twelve days of mayhem?" That didn't quite describe her family's practices, but she said, "Yes." "Then I'm disappointed in you, Miss Mayhew." It didn't seem charitable to snap that she was even more disappointed in him, and Kitty could see the concern in Pol and Ned. So she put it aside, accepting a glass of punch, and a piece of cake. As she ate it she made the traditional wish, and her wish was for him, that he could somehow one day find the light and blessings of Christmas.
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