Early Christmas, Part 2
Yesterday you had Chance Numero Uno to enter for a chance to win a PDF copy of my November release, No Mistletoe Required. I know, right? Advance Reader Copy? Who doesn’t love feeling special and getting something ahead of the pack? Now today is your second chance! Are you ready?
Answer today’s question in the comment section of the blog so you can earn your second chance at one of the two copies I’m handing out! And because they’re emailed PDFs, naturally, it’s a worldwide phenomenon. (AKA: open to anyone, not just US residents.)
Today’s question: Talk to me about Christmas movies. Do you have a favorite? One you can’t stand? Don’t like any of them?
My favorite is White Christmas. I watch it at least five times every holiday season since I was a teenager and I have yet to get bored with it. Seriously, there’s something about that combination of four leads that works for me like perfection and I just smile thinking about it.
I might have to put on my flame suit and duck from rotten fruit for admitting this next part but…I hate A Christmas Story. I hate the narration and I just can’t find the humor in it. And I can find humor in a lot of stupid movies. So there it is. My Christmas secret…I would rather shoot my eye out (see what I did there?) than watch A Christmas Story.
I leave you with an excerpt and a reminder to answer the question in the comments section so you’re entered! Winners will be emailed on Tuesday, October 9th, so watch your inboxes and spam folders!
“Why don’t you do that thing you did last time and take me to the bedroom like a caveman?”
“How about we hang out here for a bit?”
She shrugged, then an idea came. Slowly, the smile spread. “We could watch a movie.”
“Now you’re thinking.” He shifted and walked to her entertainment console. “What movie?”
His hand froze halfway to the stack of DVDs, and a little tendril of smugness spiraled into her gut. Take that. Now he’d take any chance he could get to whisk her away to the bedroom. Back on even ground.
But then he found the DVD case and popped it in the player. “Can you believe I haven’t seen this one before?”
“Uh, kinda.” He sat back down and settled her against him so her legs draped over his lap and her head rested against his chest. “I think the surprise would be if this was your favorite Christmas movie.”
He was silent for awhile as Bing Crosby began singing in his army uniform for his fellow soldiers. “I guess I don’t have a favorite Christmas movie.”