Christmas Riches by Mairsile Leabhair

Author:Mairsile Leabhair [Leabhair, Mairsile]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Holidays, Romance, Lesbian Romance, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Lgbt
Amazon: B019PQPS2E
Published: 2015-12-21T16:00:00+00:00

Aloha and Mele Kalikimaka – Chris Blackstone-Livingston, and Melinda Blackstone-Livingston, Santa’s Elf, Staff and Guests

On December first, the weather was cold, with snow flurries. Now, on the twenty-first, it was unseasonably warm, luau warm. So we had a luau. Yesterday, Konani’s mother, her daughter, and her two grandchildren arrived, and this morning, Norma’s grandson, his wife and their two kids drove in from Texas. We put Konani’s family on the second floor of the east wing, close to the servants’ quarters, and Norma’s family took the guestrooms on the west wing where she lives. George usually stays on the east wing, but we ran out of rooms so we asked him to stay in a guestroom at the end of the hall by our room.

I must admit, it was a lot of fun watching those kids running around the mansion, so excited they didn’t know where to look first. Over the weekend, Melinda had a sleigh and eight real reindeer brought in. The contractor used a few wood poles to build a corral for them, and they seemed happy to graze on our brown grass. The sleigh was no ordinary sleigh and Melinda was eager to show the kids everything on the sleigh’s dashboard. She handed the four kids a cup of hot chocolate from the cocoa dispenser, then asked if they wanted to hear Christmas music on the iPod or watch a movie on the mini-DVD player. It was showing Rudolph, the Red Nose Reindeer. She pulled out a drawer under the seat and showed them the reindeer snacks, which were actually mini candy canes. As the kids gave each deer a piece of candy, one of them asked where Rudolph was.

“He’s back at the North Pole getting his nose recharged,” Melinda said.

Norma’s great-grandson, Billy, who was at a manly age of fifteen, as he liked to point out, wasn’t as impressed with the sleigh until he saw the Apple watch lying on the dashboard.

“Oh, no. Santa must have forgotten his watch,” Melinda said with a wink to me. “You’d better keep it safe so the reindeer don’t accidently eat it.”

The boy snatched it up and put it on his wrist. “This is seriously fleekin.”

I had no clue what that meant, but apparently Melinda did. She opened the glove compartment and pulled out a pink watch for Norma’s thirteen-year-old great-granddaughter, Norma, whom we call Norma Junior.

“Yeet!” she squealed, and hugged Melinda.

Again, no clue what that meant, but that was all right. I could tell by the smiles on their faces that they were happy with their first gifts.

Konani’s two grandchildren looked up at Melinda with questioning faces. She moved her hand around in the glovebox and shrugged when she found nothing. The kids looked so disappointed.

“Wait!” she said excitedly. Then she opened another drawer under the driver’s seat and pulled out two more watches for Konani’s ten-year-old twin grandsons, Ikaia and Iokua. They squealed with delight and jumped up and down. Surprisingly, they knew what the watches did and were having a conversation with Siri, the talking app, in a matter of seconds.

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