The Sound of Christmas by Melissa BlueDecember 17, 2012 - 17 Comments
The Sound of Christmas
by Melissa Blue
It’s not the lights, the presents, the tree or gooey-sappy movies that get me in the mood for Christmas. It’s the music. “Baby It’s Cold Outside” no matter who sings it, it just hits the spot. It’s flirtatious and a little dirty if you pay attention. Makes me think of hot cocoa and snuggling up to that special someone. There’s a reason why the snowed-in trope is featured in a ton of romances over the years.
Chestnuts roasting by the open fire.
No matter how many times this song is on rotation on the Christmas station I listen to, I try to out-sing the radio. It wins every time but that’s part of the fun. To be honest, I’ve never had a roasted chestnut. I don’t even know what one looks like, but I will belt out…
Jack Frost nipping at your nose.
Are you singing the song now? It’s kind of contagious like that.
This last song didn’t start off as a classic, but I’m telling you it doesn’t feel like Christmas to me until I’ve listened to it ad nauseam. Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas.” It’s peppy. It’s a love song. It’s featured in the rom com run in Love, Actually. It’s the epitome of what I think Christmas should feel like. Now this is coming from a self-proclaimed Grinch. No, this song isn’t about good will towards men, but it’s the kind of song that makes you smile and hug the people you love while butchering that long, long high note she does.
There’s a ton more songs I could mention, but I want to know what are your Christmas favorites?
Melissa Blue’s writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She’s still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.
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Sebastian Clark and Nicole Harrison hadn’t shared details—no last names or what they did for a living during a weekend tryst. Unfortunately, one detail was tantamount—Sebastian Clark is a publicist and now he’s gunning for her job. They’ll have to work side by side and somehow ignore what feels like unfinished business.
“You should know.” His voice had gone husky without provocation.Her teeth sank into the side of her mouth, pursing full lips. She straightened. “I do. Never doubt that.” She made a sound full of contemplation. “Your confidence will be your Achilles’ heel. You think because you know something, you know everything.”“I’m not new at this.”
“No, you’re not. At least not from the way you conducted yourself. But that doesn’t mean you can’t learn more tricks of the trade. ”
He hoped, like hell, they had stopped talking about the client. Then common sense prevailed and shot down the idea. He and Nicole had to work closely together. What happened once could never happen again. The only reason he had the urge to play this game was to prove himself to Anna and her publicity manager. Nothing else. Nothing more.
“I could say the same.”
A smile, slow and seductive, curved her lips. “What’s the prize?”
“A coveted contact.” He had more than a few she’d salivate over, and after seeing her schmooze Jeremiah, he knew she had a few he’d want.
“Then you’re on, Sebastian. May the best publicist win.”
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