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But she can go like a champion. Elise has some Thoughts on the Subject. I had no idea what was on it, but it turned out to be pickled fish. He could always have just gone upstairs and brushed his teeth, but he stayed and lurked by the fish for me.
We snuck off to the garage, where we made out under the shelf of power tools. That was the start of it all. It was almost impossible to believe it had been a year.
It had all gone by so fast. See, Noah is always really busy. When he emerged into the world, tiny and wriggling and pink, he probably had to get footprinted and out of the hospital as quickly as possible to get to a meeting. As a senior, a member of the soccer team, and president of the student council, his time had been whittled away to almost nothing. I think in the year that we had been dating we had had about a dozen proper dates with just Noah and me going somewhere by ourselves.
About once a month. Noah and Jubilee at the student-council bake sale! Noah and Jubilee at the soccer-team raffle table! Noah and Jubilee at the food drive, in the tutoring room, at the homecoming-organizational meeting.
Noah was aware of this. And though tonight was a family event with many people in attendance, he promised me there would be time just for us. He had made sure of it by helping out in advance. If we put in two hours at the party, he promised, we could escape to the back room and exchange our gifts and watch The Grinch Who Stole Christmas together.
He would drive me home, and we would stop for a while.
And then, of course, my parents got arrested, and all of that went to hell. Do you know the Flobie Santa Village? The Flobie Santa Village is a series of collectable ceramic pieces that you can put together to form a town.
My parents have been collecting them since the time I was born.
We have it all—the candy-cane bridge, Lake Snowbegone, the gumdrop shop, the gingerbread bakery, Sugarplum Alley. It requires seven power strips to make it all work.
Jubilee Hall is the biggest building in the collection. The elves of Jubilee Hall each have a present glued to their hands—so what it really looks like are a bunch of tortured beings doomed to pick up and set down the same gift over and over again until the end of time or until the motor breaks. I remember pointing this out to my mom when I was little; she said I was missing the point.
Maybe so. We were clearly coming from different directions on this subject, considering she felt those little buildings were important enough to name her only offspring after. People who collect the Flobie Village tend to get a little obsessed with it. There are conventions, about a dozen serious Web sites, and four magazines. Some of them try to play it off by saying that Flobie pieces are an investment. Especially the numbered ones. You can only download those pieces at the Flobie showroom on Christmas Eve.
We live in Richmond, Virginia, which is only about fifty miles away—so every year on the night of the twenty-third, my parents leave with a car full of blankets, chairs, and provisions and sit in line all night and wait.
Flobie used to make a hundred numbered pieces, but last year they reduced it to ten. This is when things got bad. The fight was big enough and ridiculous enough to make the local news. I did notice that my parents were later arriving home than usual. I started doing some of the general holiday duties to keep myself busy. I knew he was busy 9 getting ready for the Smorgasbord.
So I added some extra ribbon and holly to his presents. I switched on all the power strips that power the Flobie Santa Village, setting all the enslaved elves to work. I turned on Christmas carols. I was just stepping outside to turn on the lights on the front of the house when I saw Sam advancing toward our house with his storm-trooper stride.
He is not, however, Mr.
I was about to invite him in to try one of my delicious eggnog lattes, but he cut me off. Come on. He had that kind of tone. I envisioned huge piles of the Elf Hotel flying off the belt, taking down everyone in sight. I had seen pictures of the Elf Hotel—it had sharp candy-cane spires that could easily impale someone.
And if anyone was ever going to be killed by an Elf Hotel, it would be my parents. Sam just looked at me and waited for me to catch up on my own.
They got hauled in with the others. Five people have been booked. Your parents instructed me to take you to the train station. I only have one hour, then I have to be back for hot cookies and a sing-along at five. How quickly can you pack? Still, a little touch of Oprah would have helped.
Train station? And Christmas. What about Christmas? This is crazy! I could see the shadows of the doomed elves as they worked away in Jubilee Hall, the warm glow of Mrs. She is rescued by a boy her own age that lives nearby named Stuart. Her time with Stuart teaches her so much about herself. And one kiss makes what once was the worst into the best Christmas ever. They are enjoying themselves until they get a call from a friend that works at Waffle House saying that they absolutely have to get there because there is a group of fifteen cheerleaders stuck there for the night.
So Tobin and his friends begin a crazy night trying to get to the Waffle House in the blizzard.
But along the way, in the midst of all the chaos, he begins to see Angie as something other than one of his buddies. This could just turn out to be one of the best Christmas days he has ever had. She has been dating her boyfriend, Jeb for exactly one year on Christmas Eve. But they have been having problems.
Their relationship has been struggling. And then Addie did something dumber than dumb. Something she regrets with every fiber of her being.