Page 29 of A Beginner's Guide to Christmas Miracles
I deeply apologize for the delay in this matter, but your predicted meeting occurred a bit sooner than forecast. I wish you all the best, however, and am glad that you have found such happiness.
Please continue to bring joy to the world, and enjoy your time topside.
Wishing you all the best,
Joe
DoS (Department of Soulmates)
“Where did you get that?” Nach demanded.
Alan looked over, and the two kissers were staring pointedly at him. Well, at least he’d gotten their attention.
“It was shoved under the tree in the back,” Alan said, handing it over. “What is it? Does it have something to do with one of the charity organizations you work for? Did they find your missing stuff or something? It doesn’t seem to make sense.”
Beck and Nach were both reading it over, though, so he supposed he’d have to wait for answers.
“Joe?” Beck asked. “What kind of name is Joe? A little… plain, isn’t it?”
“I have never before heard of a Joe. It’s absurd,” Nach answered, shaking his head.
“What? Joe is a pretty normal name. What’s wrong with it?” Alan questioned. Poor Joe was getting picked on. Alan knew what it was like to have a plain name, so he felt kinda bad for the guy.
They both finally looked over at him, as if they’d forgotten he was there for a moment.
“Yes, ah, it is from an organization I worked for. Work for, I guess. There was a bit of trouble when I came to town, but it seems that might be cleared up,” Nach mused.
“Try it!” Beck exclaimed. Then he put a hand up and warned, “Only small though, my sexy Santa.”
Alan had no idea what was going on, but Nach scrunched up his nose, and Alan was about to say “Bless you,” but rather than a sneeze, the timer for the French toast went off.
“Yes!” Beck shouted, and Nach grinned broadly, and then the two of them were making out again.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” Alan grumbled, but he wasn’t really mad. He had thought the casserole had at least another thirty minutes before it was done, but he supposed not. From their excitement over the timer he guessed those two were pretty hungry, too (if they could stop making out long enough to eat, that was).
He wandered into the kitchen and pulled it out of the oven, and yes, it smelled divine. He set out the plates (Christmas themed, of course) and the syrup, and apparently they’d cooked some bacon and sausage too, so he grabbed it all and got it to the table as Nach and Beck wandered over, still staring adoringly at each other.
As they all sat down to eat, Alan was once again so grateful for his best friend, and for Nach as well. He wasn’t sure what the future would bring, but this Christmas season was turning out to be pretty amazing.
With that thought, he dug into his breakfast. He moaned in happiness at the first bite, and they all started discussing their plans for the day and what they might want to do for New Year’s. As they all chatted and ate and laughed, Alan couldn’t help but think it was all rather magical.
Maybe there was something to Christmas miracles after all.
